Rachel and Danny were kissing, and Zoe turned her eyes away, and met Cai's. Somehow it felt safer to look at him when the attention of everyone else in the room was occupied elsewhere. He half grinned at her, shaking his head like look at those kids aren't they incorrigible? Isn't it wonderful?

She smiled back, uncertainly. His hope still confused her, and she still didn't understand why she was cycling between wanting him to stay that way, hopeful and generous, and wanting him to lose it, because she found it so hard to tell hope and naivety apart. Could be that she was jealous, she'd considered that. Could be.

(She remembered how he'd almost lost his hope when Danny was gone, and she bought him that vision that memory, and then she'd kissed him.)

Right now she wanted him to keep his optimistic Cai-ness about him. She wanted him to spread it throughout the room because she certainly didn't know how.

She kept eye contact the whole time Danny and Rachel were kissing, but snapped her attention back to Danny when he started talking again. Cai's gaze lingered a little longer before he too turned back to Danny.

Rachel had burst into tears of exhausted relief, wiping them away with her good hand as she tried to stop. "Sorry, sorry," she said, trying to smile. "I want that too, I do. I want to be with you so much."