Also something I've had done for awhile. They're both older here, around twenty maybe?
"This doesn't mean anything."
Wally sits up, watching as she bends over, tugging on her shorts. His eyes trail over the tanned skin along her back, the few scars that are scattered across the skin.
"Never does," he replies easily, slipping out of the bed and dressing. His heart hammers in his chest; feels like it'll beat right out of him.
"Right," she says absently, standing up. She pulls the green shirt on. Her watches her pull the blonde hair into a ponytail, now short, almost to her shoulders.
"Have you heard from Megan lately?" The question pierces the quiet, and Wally nods.
"She's fine I guess."
"Hello Wally," Artemis says, smacking her forehead, mimicking the Martian. "It's Megan. She'll be fine wherever she is."
Wally chuckles slightly, a small smile on his face.
Tugging on her shoes, Artemis turns to the door.
"Why do you do this to yourself?" Wally asks, his voice practically dripping with desperation.
Stay, stay, stay…
She doesn't answer, but her hand is poised over the doorknob.
"It's easier this way. There's nothing involved. No feelings, no commitment."
He nods, but they both know she's lying.