"Nor mine," he admits, arms still around her, fingers still tracing down the line of her neck until he finds her shoulder. "I learned early to play things close to the chest."

Despite that, it isn't what he's doing here. This is the most honest he's been in a long time. Everything about the island and what's happened to him before seems to make that easier. He hates to think of the horror on the ruins as something good, but maybe, in a way, it's something that was needed.