A/N: With thanks to Water-please, Frogster, Olfactory-Ventriloquism, dancingthrough, Lalalupin, Lothiriel84 and kathiann for reviewing Routines.
Sorry for the delay. Just had another migraine and work to contend with. Also, anyone can feel free to throw a prompt at me at any time. It'd be much appreciated...
x tromana
11.
When it's all over, it feels natural for him to go seek her out. She's sitting outside the morgue with a blank expression on her face, like she doesn't know how or what to feel right now. That's good, he thinks, because neither does he.
"Is it him?" she asks. He can't blame her for that; he has got it wrong in the past.
He nods.
"You sure?" she persists.
"I'm sure," he echoes.
Then, he envelops her into a strong hug. He's relieved she's still here, grateful that she always will be. They have each other and that's enough.