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She felt his presence before she heard the footsteps and a gentle smile graced her face at its own will.
He stood an inch behind her, his shoulder almost touching hers;
"That was one hell of a day", his voice was music to her ears after the noises of the day,
"It sure was.", she said in agreement and leaned back in him to erase the little distance between them and also to give herself a moment to breathe.
He couldn't help but press his lips to the back of her head, breathing her in and letting himself rest as well.
They don't know how long they stood there and didn't even care.
He gently turned her towards him and softly touched the bruise on the side of her right eye but retracted his hand when he saw her slightly flinch.
She gave him a small smile as an assurance that it was okay, she's not going to break, not yet.
He nodded knowing she would never let him know how much it hurt.
It was her turn to tilt his face to the left to examine the gash on the side of his forehead. He sometimes took it a little too far and today was close, too close.
The memories of the day flashed before her eyes and she closed them hoping they would vanish from existence.
He pulled her closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around her wishing he could keep her there for a long time, even forever if she would let him;
"We're okay, it's okay", he whispered in ear and felt her lean further in him.
"I know...",she replied while hugging him properly, holding him close to her, "...but one day it might not be."
He didn't know how to respond to that so he didn't, just held her a little more tightly.
"What time is it?", she suddenly asked him breaking the comfortable silence;
He raised his eyes, surprised by the sudden change of topic,
"I don't know really, it's dark so I'm assuming sometime in the night."
She pulled back immediately, "I mean is it midnight yet?"
He was at a loss as to what brought this on, "I don't know Ilsa, why?"
She quickly ran her hands in her pockets, looking for something;
"Where's your phone?"
"What?", he was nowhere near understanding what was going on with her.
"Your phone?", she asked again;
When he gave her a blank look she smiled and explained further, "Your phone genius, which would tell us the time."
"Oh, right."
As her ran his hands in his pockets she smiled furthermore at his ability to be so clueless at times.
He handed her his phone and the clock showed it was thirty minutes past midnight.
"Now will you tell me what's going on with you and time?", he asked her as she put the phone back in his jacket pocket and then next thing he knew was her arms around his neck and her lips on his.
His brain took a full second to react and then his arms were around her, pulling her further closer to him.
As unexpected as the start of it, the ending was as well.
She gently pulled back, still holding on to him to see his face and by the look of it, the surprise worked.
He managed to get his bearings back quickly, "What was that for...not that I'm complaining, never complaining, just curious, that's all."
His fumbling was too cute for her to not laugh.
And that was probably his favourite sound in the world now, her laugh.
"You don't know what day it is , do you?"
For the the third time in a few minutes he was clueless as to what she was saying.
When he gave her the blank look again, her expression changed from amusement to kindness as she ran her hand on the side of his face to rest on his neck and spoke very softly;
"Happy birthday Ethan."