[And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
Got to promise not to stop when I say when]
They're together. Physically touching, laying on the same bed beneath the same sheet, in the same studio apartment, in the same seedy corner of town. Coming down from their high, breathing deeply, sharing each other's air.
There's a lot bubbling under the surface between them. He can hear her thinking, and she knows it.
The way they're laying, with her propped on a pillow, and his head pillowed by her breasts, they're both staring at the ceiling. She runs her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp absently. The light of the street lamps glance through the window, and cause deep shadows to fall across his face. His lashes seem so long and dark at night.
Those eyes blink open and he tilts his head up to look at her. He's waiting for her to say just what's on her mind.
"When you come back, where does that leave us?"
He can hear her heart beating rapidly, and he heard the words catch in her throat slightly. He sits forward and rolls over, crawling up her body. "Exactly like this, except in my house, in my actual bed with our real names."
She's looking directly at him, her eyes bouncing focus from one of his eyes to the other. "This is real, right? I mean because it's real for me. You're not just, I don't know, a rebound. I would have wanted this moment before you left."
And he's wondering how he missed the signs. "Yeah, Andy. It's real."
"You think we'll be good together?"
"Yeah. I think so."
She's quiet now, and pulls his neck down to her. He kisses at her pulse. "Sam," his name, it's a statement, "Sometimes I scare easily. Just don't let me run away."
"I won't let you."
He pushes back, sitting on his haunches. "It's five. Let's grab a shower then I'll call a cab."
She walks into the wash room, and flips the switch. Catches a fleeting look at herself in the mirror, before Sam walks in. He looks at their reflection, and pulls her back into his body. Staring back at her is the truth of the moment. And they smile.
[Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong]