I don't command. [ she reminds him gently as she wraps his arm over her shoulder -- supporting him with ease. ] Not here. We do this together or we don't do it at all. We gotta be each other's checks and balances, Horatio. We should've been...

[ she trails off. she wears her grief and her culpability with grace. she has a decade's worth of a guilt complex under her belt -- her own breaking would come later. alone and white-hot. ]