She doesn't mind the tightness of his embrace. It serves to remind her that he's there, that they're together. That this isn't a dream she'll wake up from, alone and shivering in their bed. She nuzzles against his chest.

Through her tears, Nancy's got to smile. Her smile is lop-sided, but genuine. Looking at him, thinking about him had always made her feel so funny. Her toes curled, her stomach fluttered, and she couldn't help but smile. She'd lost that, for a time. But now- now it was back in full force.

She presses a kiss to his chest.

"You're my first, my last-" She presses her hand to her mouth as another sob wracks through her. She hates it, still crying like this, smiling like a bloody fool. But here she is- unable to tell one emotion from the other as she zips through them. Nancy raises one of her hands to gently stroke his cheek again, making it so he has no choice but to look at her.

He knew what her job was- how she made her living. But that didn't matter- no one else but him mattered, because he was all that there was. She was his, and she had been since she was near twelve. But he was one of two she'd willingly and of her own will taken into her bed. The other... Well, he never needed to know about Jack.

Even so, Nancy takes her other hand and runs her fingers through his graying hair, pushing it back from his face. "My only."