Good. Good. He already wanted to kick every ass over there, but he didn't want to have to do it twice over. Or maybe he really did because he was still so fucking pissed about everything, about them including a noncombatant, about how they did it, about his own inability to save her...

He closed the distance, kissing her hard on her lips as his own hands slid over hers where they rested on his face. She was warm and safe and alive, and if this wasn't a dramatic movie reunion, he sure as shit didn't know what was.

God, he had been worried, and now, now it felt like a weight had been lifted. He could breathe for the first time in weeks. He could sleep.

Pulling back, he smirked a little. "Look, no matter what Wash says about how I acted when you were gone, it's a lie. I was totally cool, okay? Deal?"