everyonelives | for the rest of us death will be a relief

[Elena takes that opening without much prodding, taking the few steps to come closer and into his arms. Her arms wind around his waist, shifting so she can tuck her head against his chest. She feels so tired, but also as though this is a song and dance she's been through so many times before.]

Today was a really awful day.

[Two days? She's not sure how long she was trapped on the Other Side with Matt.]

( He lets her sink into him, holding her as she lets off all of her excess energy and everything bad from the day. )

Wasn't in my top ten.

[She nods, then her head lifts to look at him.]

Are you okay?

[Probably should not be the concern, but he was the one body snatched earlier, and they haven't really had the chance to talk about that yet.]

The spell didn't do anything weird, did it?

[It's gone since George is gone?]

Your - oh, that? Child's play. I've been taken over by way worse. For, longer. I'm square.

( Tip top. Tired and sore, but that's every day. He's 41 or 42 now. )

[Elena exhales and nods, because that was also a lot, but didn't last long enough to do lasting damage. Everyone's okay. Matt is back.]

Good.

[That he's okay, not that he's been there before, obviously.]

I know things are still crazy and complicated, but it is nice to see you. I wish it wasn't because I needed to get myself rescued, but beggars can't be choosers.

[She's kidding, kind of, but she did miss him, so it is nice to have him there in the flesh.]

Hey, I'd be there if you were safe or on the end of the pirate's plank. Can't get rid of me now.

( And he doesn't want her to. He kisses her head, leans down and gives her a long, lingering kiss. )

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Good. I don't want to be.

[She hums softly as she kisses him back, sliding her fingers through his hair as she pulls closer. Part of her wants so much to rise to the occasion, but she also knows her limits, and she doesn't want to fall asleep on him either.

She pulls back with a sigh.]

And were I not falling asleep on my feet there would be a lot of gratitude happening but ... tomorrow I will absolutely make it up to you.

Gratitude's not necessary. I'm a little dead on my feet myself.

( So to speak. He wouldn't make it into round one. All is well. They each climb under the covers and get what sleep they can. )

for the rest of us death will be a relief

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