At her confession, Sweeney sobers some, and his gaze remains on hers. Lifting his hand, he holds the remaining bit of his cigarette between his fingers so he can trace a line with his thumb from the point between her brows up over the crest of her hair. He tone is soft.

"I'm glad ya came back. Ta me."

That night, he wasn't sure she would. But she did, and he's grateful for it.