Prompt: Michele showing up at Anders door step that night after the Gar maybe? Or the morning after?
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Sorry if they seem a little OOC. I can't seem to make my brain work tonight, everything is in post finale mode.
"So, you going to let me in or what?" Anders blinked up at the towering figure lounging in the empty door frame, staring for a few seconds before stepping aside to let the goddess, sorry, former goddess, in, the shattered glass from the fish tank crunching underneath her heels. "Don't you ever tidy up?"
"Safe to say I've been a little distracted." Anders shrugged, closing the front door and pausing, watching Michele from what he hoped was a safe distance. "How are you? Really?"
"Why didn't you want to bring anyone home? In the casino." Michele stopped, spinning on her heels to look at him, and Anders unexpectedly felt a little sheepish, his cheeks turning red under his beard as he headed for the kitchen, suddenly very interested in the contents of his freezer.
Pouring himself a rather large shot of vodka, he leant against the counter, staring blankly at the liquid swirling around in the glass. Taking a swig, he drowned his answer in the alcohol.
"I couldn't hear you. Why didn't you bring anyone home?" Helping herself to the bottle, Michele peered into the glass bowl Anders' fish were currently swimming around in.
"It doesn't matter." He mumbled, refilling his glass and searching the cupboards for a dustpan and brush. He didn't like seeing his fish in that stupid little bowl, but before he could get a new tank he needed to clean up the mess from the old one.
"It does matter Anders." She reached out, resting a hand on top of his, taking the cleaning impliments from him and setting them aside. "It's not like you at all. What's going on in that head of your's?"
"It's nothing." Anders pulled away, turning his back on her and draining his glass once again.
"Love isn't nothing Anders."
"Who said anything about love?"
"You didn't have to. I felt it, when you hugged me. You love me, and you were scared of losing me."
He hadn't heard her move, and the sudden hug caught him off guard, but still he leaned into it, resting his head on her chest, feeling her breathing, hearing her heart, still trying to get his head around the fact that she was actually here, actually still alive.
"Everyone I love ends up leaving me, or dying."
"I'm not going anywhere. Not yet anyway."
Feeling Michele start to stroke his hair, Anders pulled away, one hug did not make him her pet. "I thought you didn't do hugging. What was that about?"
"You needed a hug."
"I think I need more than a hug." He laughed, winking at her to lighten the mood.
