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The city of Darrow has been a bit of an interesting place to be since New Year's Eve, a little more dangerous than it's been in the past. John doesn't blame any of the people who have been affected by the changes, he can't even begin to imagine what it must be like, how hard it must be for them to adjust, but it does mean there's a bit more danger that's come with the chaos.

People take advantage of chaos. There are always people who do.

So John is out patrolling more often. He's picked up a few extra shifts on Karen's encouragement and while he knows she doesn't need taking care of, it eases his mind a little that she doesn't mind that he's out here.

It's unusual for a detective to be out on the street like this, but John has always preferred it. And he's really only a detective because the Machine decided he ought to be and John doesn't consider himself above the activities of the regular officers. So he's out on the streets and he knows he shouldn't be alone, it's not the safest route to take, but John isn't worried about his own safety.

Maybe that's why he gets cornered. It's a robbery gone wrong, a few masked men who think they can abuse an elderly shop owner into giving them all the money in his register, but John enters at just the right moment. Or the wrong one, he'll think later, when he's recovering from his injuries. It's not that they take him by surprise, he's aware from the start how many of them there are, that there's three behind the counter, one behind the door and one in the back room, but five against one just aren't very good odds.

They're worse still when he's hit from the side with a length of pipe and even though he tries to shift away at the last second, he still takes the hit on the back of his neck, hard enough to knock him down.

Karen might have encouraged him to pick up some extra shifts, but as he collapses on his hands and knees, he has a feeling this isn't quite what she had in mind.

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"Well, let's test my memory," John says with a faint smile. Maybe he should visit the hospital, but he'd really rather not and it isn't as if it's the first possible concussion he's ever had. His head hurts, but his vision is fine and he's not dizzy, nor does he thinks his reflexes or coordination have suffered, which probably means, if anything, the concussion is mild at worst. He knows who he is, he knows who Karen is, can remember both his own birthdate and hers, and he can tell her the mayor of Darrow, as well as the last ten presidents in order.

"Ask me anything," he says, turning them in the direction of their shared building. She can stay with him overnight, make sure he doesn't get any worse, but given everything that's just happened, he doesn't want to end up in the hospital, surrounded by doctors. He wants to go home with her. He just wants to be with her.

"What's our wedding anniversary, Mr. Riley?" Karen asks, shooting him a bright, teasing grin. It is, maybe, a little unfair when they haven't had to fall back on that particular story for a while, but despite how dire the circumstances were, and the fact that he was only just a stranger then, it's still amusing to think back on how they met given where they've wound up now. In a way, it feels almost as if this was meant to happen, whatever they had in common binding them together inextricably from that first afternoon. She could have left him there; no harm would have come to him. But she didn't, and one thing led to another, and now, well—

He loves her, and somehow that's both earth-shattering and self-explanatory, as if it's always been the case. Maybe, for her, it has been.

"June 14, 2014," John answers with a soft smile. He could marry her, he realizes, which isn't something he's allowed himself to feel or even consider for a very long time. Not since Jessica. There are so many things Karen has made him feel for the first time since Jessica, though, and he's not surprised this is just one more thing for him to add to the list.

"You were working for the lawyers on a case I had," he adds "But you changed careers soon after."

The first meeting had been rather exceptional in a lot of ways, not only because he'd shown up on a Darrow beach, hypothermic and near death. Because maybe he'd loved her a little bit already, even then. Whatever it is, he can't forget it.

"Alright, you passed," Karen says, a little relieved, though her smile is more simply pleased than anything else. She knows perfectly well that he's had injuries worse than this one, but that doesn't stop her from worrying. Still, if he can remember those details so easily, then he's probably alright. A little worse for wear, maybe, but not too seriously injured. "That's pretty impressive, actually, considering how many fake relationships we've had since then."

Notably, of course, is the one Harold arranged for them before John finally made his move. She's still convinced that must have been a deliberate move.

"We've had a few, haven't we?" he agrees with a smile, thinking back to the first time they'd met, when she had gone so far out of her way to make sure he was okay, to make sure nothing bad happened to him. There aren't many people in the world who would do something like that for a stranger, not many people who would care as much as Karen had even when she'd barely known him at all. It may not be the only reason John loves her, but it's certainly high on the list. So many people don't seem to care at all and then there's Karen, who wants to help in so many different ways.

"This one is my favourite," he tells her. "The one that isn't fake." It probably doesn't need to be said, he's sure she knows it already, but he still likes to say the words.

"And since I passed, does this mean I get to go home instead of the hospital?"

"I think you could probably say that we've made a career out of being in fake relationships," Karen says, laughing just a little. It seems true enough, with as often as they've played those roles, or maybe those are just the ones that have seemed most significant to her. For so long, she wanted this, and for so long, she was sure she would never have it, that it only stands to reason that those would be the jobs that became the most significant to her. It also makes its own kind of sense that that's finally how they got their shit together. The walking in on him shirtless part, she couldn't have planned, but the rest was familiar territory.

Carefully leaning her head against his shoulder, she adds, "This one is my favorite, too. And, yes, since you passed, we can skip the hospital. For now."