A/N: If you've noticed, I'm not following the prompts to a T; this one's a pretty egregious example x)
As the credits roll on the TV, he says, "So, what do you think?"
She blows on a tissue. "We're never watching it again."
He cracks a smile. "But it was a good movie."
"They didn't deserve that!" Sniffling, she pulls on the blanket and leans onto his chest. "They just wanted to be happy!"
"They will be," he reassures her. "In another life."
"In another—what? Don't you get it?" She cranes up her neck. "He sacrificed his soul so he can never reincarnate again. And if you remember the intro—the myth exposition thingamajig—that means she'll be missing a part of her forever!"
"Ah, but what if she finds another lost half? Two parts make a whole."
She frowns. "That's not how soulmates work."
"It isn't," he agrees. "But humans like finding ways to overcome heartbreak, and patch each other up when they can."
They stare at each other. She listens to the rhythm of his chest—strong, safe, steady. "...You're right." Closing her eyes, she hugs him, tucked right under his chin. "Then can we—can we stay like this? Just for a little while."
His throat rumbles. "We have all the time in the world."
