That still unbelievable scenery sort of faded away into the background for Libby, when Kurt set down his hand in between them. A little thing, she knew, for most people, but it was now jolted to the forefront of her mind, and, after a tumultuous and terrible whirl of indecision and reluctance, she slowly lowered her own hand to gently rest on top of his.

And then let out a soft, almost sardonic sound. "TJ, actually," she admitted. "Which made yesterday a little...interesting."