"It's okay," he said, eyes remaining on the road. "If you want to ask, I'll be honest. I owe you that." "Only one thing. Is that...one of the reasons I've only seen you a few times? You want to make sure those are healed before...?" "Yes," he said with difficulty, the admission wrung out of him like water from a cloth. He gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles turning pale. "Do me a favour?" she asked. "What's that?" "Don't. Don't stay away. Life is more interesting with you in it." His grip loosened on the steering wheel. He took her hand and quickly raised it to his lips. "Deal." ------------- The story of when John met Helen.