Tony left Layla's house feeling very warm, which was mostly due to the wine he had consumed. His coat hung loosely around his shoulders as he stepped out to his car. He seated himself behind the wheel and turned the keys in the ignition before realizing he had no intention of going home. He frowned, then shrugged and let himself drive.
He wasn't exactly surprised to find himself in front of her apartment complex when he parked. Assuming he knew what he was doing, he shut the car off and headed into the building, shivering against the increasingly bitter wind.
Only a small hesitation preceded his knock at her door. She answered after a moment, her slender form wrapped in a thick blanket and an old sweater.
"You did not go to see Wendy, then," she says, letting him in.
"I did," he answers, "or I tried. But she isn't what I want anymore. She's in the past, and there's no point in reopening that door. And she has a kid, and an ex-husband, and I'm not sure I could handle that, I don't think that would be a good place for a relationship with her to start, right?" He looks at her, his brows furrowed.
"You are drunk," she accuses lightly.
"I had a few glasses of wine," he concedes. He finds himself seated on her couch and she sits across from him. "But I realized something when I went to see her."
Ziva raises her eyebrows. "And that was?"
"I can fill both cups now," he says. "When we broke it off, I couldn't fill both cups, but I can now."
Ziva frowns. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Relationships and work," he explains. "I can do it all now, Zi."
She smiles faintly. "Is that so?"
"It's so," he answers, looking at her seriously.
She smiles more and wraps her blanket around her more tightly. "You want to watch a movie, then?"
Tony smiles, glad she understands him. "Yeah. What Christmas movies do you have?"
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A/N: Very short, I know, but I needed to write this scene. Merry Christmas in twelve days!