Lovers. She ought to be offended by the insinuation, but that's the truth, isn't it? They're lovers, and they've been lovers since the morning she crossed that uncrossable line with him. Kathryn leans into touch, enjoying the quiet moment out here in the open, away from the prying eyes of those who would never understand, never approve. And while she didn't need nor want their approval, if their disapproval caused problems, she would always choose them over him. Always. It was a certainty, as certain as to knowledge that their relationship would end, sooner if not later.

"I like to think being returned to a proper places in the universe is a better ending than Shakespeare gave them."