"What's your excuse with me then, eh, darling?"
As we sit there, I don't quite know how I can turn her thoughts around. So instead I am doing what I always do, trying to help a little with my affection. My arm is around her shoulder and I'm thinking about a lot of things at this moment.
I can hear Gillian breath in and exhale, and however I feel plainly her heat overcoming me.
A few more eternal, somehow so enjoyable, seconds pass by and I do know as much as I would like this to last, that life goes on. I turn my head to her and without hesitation my lips caress her cheek, before I fully redeem my posture from her. Her eyes find mine and she smiles briefly.
"You're alright." Is what I tell her, and she nods.
I swing myself off the couch in my inelegant way and turn myself into her direction again.
"I think…" I start slow, "I have a plan. You know. He should get what he wants."
Because suddenly it all makes sense in my head. All I want to do is to give Gillian the rest that Claire's death was not entirely in vain. In a few seconds everything was in settled in my head and it overcomes me. I turn around, determined to rob Zack his last thoughts. The small piece of peace which had spread its way inside me in the last hours still radiates, but this last goal is in front of my eyes. Yes, I can feel it burn in my soul now.
"I'm off, to give this bad guy his final, and all. You okay, being alone, I mean?"
"Sure... Thank you. Cal." And I can hear the sincerity in her voice, and I can read it in her eyes when I dare to look.
"Yeah." Is all that I'm able to say. But I will find out at the end of the day that it sometimes means so much more.
This is by far not as good as other stories, but it just was in my head, I needed something to happen after that Scene. I hope this piece can fill, maybe also for you, in the gaps.