Carth collapsed on the bed next to her, his legs buckling in such a way that he slipped out of her and lay facing her in one mostly-smooth, if bed-quaking, motion. "So had I," he said between slow, deliberate breaths. At that moment he didn't give a damn about data chips, corporate espionage or internal fighting. Nor the intricacies of freelancer politics.<br/>He wrapped his eight arm around her and held her close to him, his hand resting in the middle of her back where he could feel her steady pulse. He looked into her eyes and smiled drowsily. "So did I," he muttered, content for the first time in a long time. A part of him knew it wouldn't last. The rest of him didn't care.