Kate slumps against Bill, boneless and spent; gooseflesh prickles along her back from the loss of heat when Beckett shifts and rolls.

"Yeah, it was -- "

She's nodding against Bill's temple, chuckling under her breath, and presses a kiss to the shell of his ear.

"Mmm."

It's as articulate as she can be right now -- most of her concentration's funneled into lifting her arm to stroke Beckett's hair with unsteady fingers.