Maybe that was enough. Maybe that meant more than just fucking anyway. Wrath, who never hugged anyone unless it was George springing it on her in the hopes she didn't rip his balls off if she was taken by surprise, leaned forward so she could wrap her arms around him. "Thank you," she said quietly into his shoulder.

"And if you show up at my door all desperate for a shag I'll know it's my fucking sister trying to help. So I'll put you in a cold shower, hmm?" Or she thought she would. She didn't know, but she would try.