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[He laughs softly with a faint grin of his own.

She doesn’t have to say anything. Just her presence alone is enough solace for his hearts. What happens at this point is entirely up to them. She's here. At this very moment in time. Mangled timelines be damned.

They'll figure a way to hash out the details later. They always do.]

You realize how difficult planning for our next anniversary is going to be?

[spoilers]

Oh, I think I can make a few suggestions.

[ She leans into him. Because her hand's already on his chest. Because this face doesn't do hugs, but he's always made allowances for her. But mostly, because she's missed him. ]

I hate you.

[ It's muttered against his shoulder, somewhat discrediting the statement. Those words have always meant something else between them anyway. But he shouldn't think she isn't still mad at him. She absolutely is. She's just decided...she'll get around to yelling at him later. It can wait. ]