Annie wanders around in a bikini and considers that a good compromise for the fact she'd really rather be naked; she's used to people seeing her scars. She isn't used to someone she wants to stay with noticing them. Somehow, the distinction draws a shiver and she lifts up onto her tiptoes, kisses him slowly until she isn't thinking about pain at all anymore.

"The bed," she murmurs smartly against his lips. "Number one was the elevator, and that's so far it makes the bed feel close."

She slips a hand down into his and leads him--half running, laughing--up the stairs.