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(ETA: OH HEY GUESS WHAT THESE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DIALOGUE ONLY AND I JUST NOTICED THAT WHOOPS ALREADY WRITTEN OH WELL sorry ‘bout that here have some fic anyway)





“What happened doesn’t change anything,” he says. Their legs swing in time off the edge of the roof, their heels bouncing off the brick.

Her voice is small but her grip on his hand is tight: “How can you say that?”

“Because you won’t remember this in the morning.” He speaks to the stars, to the full moon; she can see his grim smile in the light it reflects. “In the morning, you’ll be dating Perfect Warren again and I’ll just be Wendy’s terrible boss who keeps her late at work and who occasionally - oddly - walks her to her door.”

“I won’t think that.”

“You will.”

“But today.” Her knuckles are white around his. “We had today. I remember today.”

“It was just one day.”

“A gift?”

A punishment, he thinks. But he nods for her anyway.

“But it all goes back to the way it was.” It’s not a question this time. She knows better than to ask now. She’s squeezing his hand so tight he can’t feel his fingers anymore.

“The way it’s supposed to be, yes. Ultimate sacrifices aren’t so easily unmade.”

They stay on the roof until she falls asleep, slumped against his shoulder. He carries her downstairs to the loft and leaves before she wakes.