Olivia listened intently, understanding what Shawn meant when he talked about only surviving but not living. She had observed cases of that far too often. People lived day-to-day with no hope for the future, not knowing how to take joy in the small things. Not Olivia though. She looked for things to be happy about--a beautiful flower, bird song, seeing the glorious colors of the sunset--and she did what she wanted to. She traveled and saw sights no one else had likely seen before and made memories she would cherish forever. Now she had Shawn to make memories with, and that would make them all the more precious. Olivia stood up and walked around to the other side of the table and came to a stop behind Shawn. She draped her arms over his shoulders and across his chest, giving him a hug as she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I promise you, Shawn, we won't be like that," she told him, her voice soft but sure. "Surviving without living. Even with everything going on we'll make our lives worth something." She was rubbing his chest gently, the feel of their bodies touching simply intoxicating. Olivia lay her head on Shawn's shoulder, closing her eyes as she buried her face in his neck. He smelled nice, like soap and sea and a bit of something else. It was a comforting smell. As Olivia drank in everything she could from Shawn's scent to his heart beating in his chest and his slow and steady breaths, she began to feel a sense of peace come over her. "I'm so glad I have you now, Shawn," Olivia mumbled sleepily into his neck.