The kiss was a bit like some kind of numbing agent and when she jumped, he was so shocked he jumped too. Then he reached out and took gentle hold of her while his heart tried it's hardest to calm down. "God-" he breathed, but he still heard her question.

"Rachel," he leaned in to kiss her forehead, "no matter what. You're still you. We found out Zoe is a psychic, but she's still Zoe. It wouldn't matter to me."