"Thank you," Yori murmurs, letting her posture admit how long it's been since she last felt safe in a slow slump.

Rinzler's armored shoulder isn't designed for its cushioning effects. Yori settles her weight there with a faint sigh of contentment anyway, one hand rising to support her weight against his arm.

The unyielding edges have nothing in common with her memories of leaning on Tron--except that she feels safe in the same way.

She has absolute faith that Rinzler will let her know if anything she needs to worry about turns up. Her eyes close almost without permission, and as much as she wants to value every moment of this, the passing time blurs into weary relief.