The sight of Karen's eyes getting shiny with tears just draws tears from Angie's eyes to match. She takes her wife into her arms, and holds her as tight as she can, as if her strong arms can keep her safe, not just here in their kitchen, but when she's out there alone, on the streets of the city at night, fighting who knows what kind of terrible people.

"It's never too late, my love. You can tell me anything, anytime. Always."

The sausages are probably burning in the oven, but Angie doesn't care. She would rather have her wife in her arms than food on her plate.