This is the end.

Timeline: during "Pantherama!"

Disclaimer: not mine

Thanks to lip3384 for beta :) Written for Alianika.

I feel like this is – finally – the end; the next day he appears at my door.

I think it's easy to explain, it's easy to find a plain, simple explanation – or an excuse? – and it may sound like "Dillon is a small town, he has nowhere else to go." And Dillon is too small for us to never bump into each other.

It is a reasonable explanation, yes, but it's wrong.

He says my name and I can't say no. Or I don't want to say no.

We sit on the couch, keeping the distance between us; and we look at each other like old alcoholics, who want to start drinking again but are afraid to do so.

And the first thing I can say is, "Hey, you're totally screwed, Tim."

He laughs.

"Like you're not, girl."

I can't sleep – there're an empty parking space and rain flashing before my eyes; and I come out in living room, barefoot. He sleeps, settled on my couch, sleeps like he always slept. I look at him while he is dreaming and I am wondering why he came to me after all.

It shouldn't bother me, not after eight months when we barely spoke to each other, but it is does. Back then I felt like I was special, and now I'm just trying not to think about myself at all.

And I'm trying not to think about us.

He remembers about Landry in the morning – and it's none of his business; I remember about Lyla – and he scowls.

When he leaves my place I feel like this is – maybe – the end.