Elliot was watching her hand move under her hand when he said he loved her. She looked up at him and grinned, "Elliot? Not Ellie?"

She laughed a little and relaxed against him as she continued to run her hands over his scars. Even a year later, she knew where every single one was. There were new ones as well, that he received while she had been away. She liked discovering them. She didn't know Jacob like the back of hand. She loved that she never dreamt about him, just so she was constantly discovering what it was that she had. She lifted his shirt off of his stomach and looked at a scar that ran from his rib to navel. She traced it as she looked at it. He was battered and beaten, she didn't understand how he was still here. But she was bloody thankful that he was.