Without looking over at Mike, Florence smiles, but it's twisted and hard, a pained acknowledgment that, whoever they are, however much they still might be Mike and Tom, they aren't the Mike and Tom who belong with her. They're still fighters, but there's a difference now. There's a place where they've changed.

She nods, then finally looks at him. There's no demand in her expression, but she does want to know whatever he's willing to tell her.