Post-movie.

Sunshine peeked through the thin curtains, landed gently on the face of a young man, still fast asleep. The covers were up to his thin shoulders, his hair was rumpled, and his pillow lay on the floor; he never could stay still while he slept. His pillow always ended up alone.

He rolled over to one side, stretched his arm out across the small bed, found emptiness. Slowly, his eyes opened as he awoke, his dreams fading fast.

"'Lena?" he mumbled, his eyes quickly searching the room.

When he received no answer, he shoved the blankets away and sat up on the worn mattress, stretched his arms and stood, one hand rubbing his lower back. Sleeping all snuggled up to another person every night was going to take some getting used to. He still felt new at this.

Nevertheless, he'd had a good sleep. He never could complain about how nice it was to hold someone in his arms, in dreamland and wake. Plus, Selena didn't kick him as often as she did for a while, and he loved waking up to sunshine. Today seemed like it was going to be a good day.

Shuffling out of the room, he headed down the narrow hallway to the kitchen, where a young blonde girl sat at the table, slowly and intently eating a bowl of something very cereal-like.

"Morning, Hannah," the man greeted her, ruffling her neat hair as he passed.

She smiled up at him, one hand smoothing her hair back down. "Good morning, Jim." She was always such a polite young girl. There was a sparkle in her eyes that only came since they'd found refuge in the country; the horror of the previous time was slowly leaving her.

Jim walked past the table and leaned on the counter. "Have you been up long?"

"Not this time," she smirked.

Jim smiled. Hannah had had diffuculties staying asleep oftimes, and would wake up early as sin, but go to bed whenever she felt she needed sleep. She claimed it was part of being a teenager, but Selena said otherwise. But she was slowly adjusting and was falling into a more-normal sleeping pattern.

"Selena's out for a walk," she added.

Now it was Jim's turn to smirk. He never had to ask – Hannah always knew what he wanted to know, especially if it was about Selena.

"Thanks, kid," Jim leaned over and mussed up Hannah's hair again, then rummaged through boxes for breakfast.

"I'm back!" a voice sang from down the corridor, followed by the sound of a door closing. As if Jim couldn't tell by that scent she always seemed to carry; something like flowers and happiness.

"We're in the kitchen!" Hannah called out, turning to smile at the woman as she entered. Her breakfast finished, she stood and took her empty bowl to the counter. She began to rearrange cans and boxes on the counter.

Everyone greeted one another, vaguely reminiscent of some sitcom family, smiling and cheerful even when the chips are down. Selena took off her jacket, exchanged kisses with Jim.

"Mm," Jim smiled, caught her lips again before she could pull her face away, touched her short hair. "How was your walk?"

Selena shrugged, smiled. "Uneventful." She watched Hannah.

"Good," Jim nodded slowly, thinking, his breakfast forgotten. There were, of course, still things to worry about. They had no idea how far their attackers could go.

There was a pause; the only sound was cans being shoved around on the counter.

"Shit," Hannah cursed quietly as she broke the silence when she suddenly dropped a can and it rolled off the counter, landing on the floor with a thud.

"Watch your mouth," Selena told her, but casually, more like a sister than a parent.

Hannah shrugged, her back to the two, picked up the can, and placed it where it belonged in her line-up. "I think I'm going to go for a walk. I won't go far, don't worry."

"Sure," Selena smiled as the girl headed for the door. "It's chilly. Wear a coat."

Hannah rolled her eyes, but a smile hinted at her lips. "Can I borrow yours?"

"Of course," Selena pulled it off the chair and passed it to the girl, who smiled, put in on, and left the cottage.

A minute passed and Jim stood, his chair scraping against the floor. He took his half-empty bowl to the counter and set it down. He could clean his dishes later.

"Jim? Is something wrong?" Selena asked, half-turned around in her chair, her chin propped up on one hand, elbow resting on the table.

Jim turned around to face her, leaned against the counter. "Not wrong, just… I was thinking."

Selena half-smiled. "Don't hurt yourself, love."

"Jag off, you," he warned, but returned the small smile. "I was thinking I've fallen…"

"Fallen?"

"Yea…" A gentle smile crept onto his face. "For you."

Selena tried to conceal her own smile. She wasn't as tough as she liked to act, not when it came to Jim, anyway. "You think so?" She stood, smiling so innocently and happily that Jim couldn't do anything but file this moment away in the back of his mind; something he always wanted to remember. If only she'd been naked, he could masterbate to this thought later, but it would almost feel sinful then; she looked like an angel right now.

He nodded. "I really do."

Although still very emotionally cold at times, Selena was beginning to loosen up and calm down. Jim noticed this every time he put his arms around her; she was quicker to return the hug, and held on longer each time.

Selena threw her arms around him, her head resting on his shoulder. He swear he could feel her beam.

Jim was taken by surprise; in the three and a half weeks they'd been here, she'd never been the one to start a hug or a kiss. She'd been through too much, was scared she was just going to lose him, too. Sure, she had no problem cuddling up to him at night as they slept, but anything other than being close mostly for body heat was different. But this pleased him – that she was returning his feelings – and he wrapped his arms around her, kissed the top of her head.

"I think… I've fallen for you, too," she admitted whisperingly, running one hand down the length of his arm and intertwining her fingers in his. She sounded shy as a schoolgirl.

Jim grinned. Suddenly, he moved his other arm around his waist and pushed her past the table, out the kitchen and into the living room. "Dance with me."

Selena let out a soft laugh. "Of course." She kissed his neck and they swayed back and forth, Jim humming a quiet tune all the while.