Once Scar initiated the contact, Lust let herself sink into it. And him. She relaxed against his chest and leaned her head against him, closing her eyes for the moment. There was always something so grounding and reassuring in being held, in any way, by another person. And for Scar to hold her...

He was big and solid and warm and safe. So many of her fears centered around him anyway - something happening to him, losing him, making a mess of this growing thing between them. But right here and now she was sad and he'd come to her and now he was holding her and it did a great deal to chase those fears away.