Dean leaned back against the tub, leaning his head back and relaxing a bit more.  He smiled, narrowing his eyes at her, “Well, if you weren’t so ready to jump me…”

He laughed, watching her intently as she stepped into the bath tub in front of him.  Regardless of the exhaustion, it was still a welcome sight.  He wrapped his arms around her, bringing his left hand up to wipe some of the grime from her face, neck and collar bone.  Just the feeling of her head rolled against his neck was enough to bring absolute comfort.

“You’re always safe here, and I hope you know that…”, he whispered, kissing her temple gently, “I’m just sorry you got hurt, tonight…even if it was just a stick.  But that doesn’t really matter…”

He trailed off, not wanting to discuss what went wrong with the night, but rather bask in the fact that she was here.  She was close.  She was his.  It was corny, but with Mika, corny was encouraged.

“This feels like a romantic movie.  You and your love stories…”, he muttered against her face, before kissing her temple a few quick times.