Raylan looks over his shoulder in the dark. How had he not heard her coming down? There was no question it was Athena - he'd know her voice anywhere. With a long, tense pause, he decides to let this play out on her terms and lifts his hands slowly, letting the faint backlight of the windows and the moon expose the move as his fingers stay relaxed, loose.

They get laced behind his head as he turns the rest of the way around to face her. Speaking was out of the question, it would give him away in a heartbeat and he wanted to see the surprise on her face. Or at least, he hoped it would be surprise. Seven years was a long time for a person. So much could happen and Athena had already been through a lot.

There was no telling how this was going to go, really.