"You just haven't had the opportunity--" (Which isn't technically true, he's been in and out of the hospital enough in the past year that she could have killed him at any time, but that's not actually the literal point of this.) "--and shut up, you like that coat too."

(Toby does, too, actually. He's decided it makes a way better place to sleep than the living room floor.)

He's invited himself in here so many times before that he could make his way around with his eyes closed, and yet the context makes it a place he hasn't really been before. He knows the geography, but not how to move through a space like this when he's here for its emotional function and not just someplace he's crashing during a case.

His fingers twine through hers again, letting her pull him along through the hazy half-light.