"No. It's not," he agreed and moved past their joined hands to rub her back that was in reach after she had moved closer. His head leaned in and rested against hers in addition to holding her hand and having a hand spread at her back. "I'm sorry." The words were whispered behind closed eyes. Trip stayed as promised. He'd stay long past his backside going numb from the thinly carpeted floor and into the new day if it was what Cashmere needed.

Staying with her wasn't a selfless act. He hadn't exaggerated missing her. The hotel made friends a precious commodity. Although half of SHIELD was there, his purpose didn't really exist. Trip couldn't do his part to keep the world safe anymore. All he had was the people he cared about--both new and old. Cashmere wasn't just a pretty face but someone who weathered what no child should and persevered with the ability to still laugh and smile. How could he not fight to protect her?