He found Selina by the tall window in the bedroom, wrapped in one of his robes, watching the city go about its business far below.

"You're back," she said without turning. "You said an hour or two. It's been almost six."

"My mother had a lot to say." He came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist, mindful of the bandages, and rested his chin on top of her head. "Did you eat? Did you take your medication?"

"Yes to both. Mark hovered until I did." She leaned back into him, and for a moment she was quiet. "Jason, can I ask you something strange?"

"You can ask...