God, Euphemia Clarke was going to go and make him boring. Morrigan looked up at him, a slight squint appearing on her face. Did he want to be boring? Part of why she'd left him had been so that he could find someone normal, which he had apparently gone and done — but really she had left him because she did not want to widow him. She couldn't tell Dru that. If Mor died, so did all her friends.

She had left Brooks so he could be boring, but she wasn't dead yet, and the thought of him being boring bored her. Part of what she liked about Brooks was the ways in which they complimented each other — their intellectual curiosity, their stubborn sense of right even when they betrayed it or betrayed the morals they should have, their drive for success and their shared need to be needed.

She could need him.

Could Euphemia Clarke? Probably Euphemia Clarke did need him; probably that was why Brooks wanted to change all the interesting parts of him. She did not need him in the right way, then. Mor wanted him as he was.

"Kiss me," she breathed, like it was a dare.