Conversely, everything feels like it's just gotten so much simpler for Rachel. It's not just that there's no longer that weight of hiding what she is and what she can do from him, and that he's taken it so well, though that does help a whole lot.

She's been here in the city long enough now to feel like she has a place; she may not like being stuck here but settling in and building connections doesn't feel like giving in anymore. Raylan has turned up or come back or been in touch enough times that it's no longer one of those why on earth kind of things, it just feels right. He hasn't pushed for anything, not even that night at his place when she'd possibly had more booze than sense.

Hell, even her dog likes him.

And it's been a ridiculously long time on her part, too, since she touched anybody, and here's someone she feels safe and comfortable with, someone she respects. And someone she likes. A whole hell of a lot.

So here's another unspoken invitation, as she shifts closer: her fingers, at the front of his shirt, slowly unfastening one button, then a second.