It was upsetting, if anything, how things had gone.

Weather gray as the mood itself, it had not taken much time before Chronal Disassociation affected him, and honestly enough, he felt lost.

One second turned to hours, one hour turned to seconds and yet the sun wouldn't appear and the clock would only move from 12:00 A.M. to 12:01 A.M. as he tried relaxing, Lena's head on his shoulder, peace induced soft snores coming out of her mouth.

He had been out for not more than 38 hours, and yet, when they entered the apartment filled with memories that have happened over the course of the days he'd spent there, he felt as a kid seeing Christmas after a year of waiting for it to come.

He could slightly detect the sound of television being used outside their room and his mind recalled the events of the day.

Stupidly enough, he had managed to invite to their own safe haven, Lena's apartment, a self proclaimed ex-assassin and Talon member, without even consulting Lena about it.

Having her head resting so adorably on his shoulder made him feel sick.

He tried removing himself to no avail, Lena's limbs all already a tangled mess around his own slim body, and whilst a part of him told him he didn't have a right to complain, the guilt was slowly devouring him.

Closing eyes and letting sighs leave the deepest parts of his lungs, he berated himself again, maybe to distract himself from time running insane, maybe because he needed to assure himself he had been a complete imbecile.

How dare he?

The woman was an ex-professional assassin trained nowhere else than the most dangerous group that has ever touched earth, and he had invited her over.

And more importantly, she had been the one that caused Lena's pain after King Row's fiasco, thing that he was very aware it still haunted the brit's mind more often that he'd like it to, and he invited her.

He invited Widowmaker without a second thought.

Fairly enough, Amelie had changed for good, but he knew what PTSD meant to Lena and he could even feel the sting in her chest every time she caught sight of the purple skinned woman.

And yet he had invited her over.

He could hear it, the television on its lowest level just outside was enough for him to realize that Amelie was still fully awake and conscious.

He had to admit, he was grateful. Amelie was fully aware of the value her own self possessed and had offered herself to keep guards up for the rest of the night, fearing for a crawling shadow to appear around the house unannounced, or for footsteps to be heard around an empty dining room.

If he were a little right on his mind, he would have offered to keep her company for the all-nighter session, since it was obvious from the beginning that Chronal Dissasociation wasn't going to let him sleep for half a second, but his heart had known better.

Lena was obviously in the need of affection, and it wasn't until she sighed happily in the crook of his neck, slim body pressed against slim body, al those hours ago, that he realized he had been ditching her for the exotic, purple skinned woman.

He smiled sadly at the ceiling when she snuggled closer to him, finding that sweet spot between his neck and his collarbone and kissing it softly, letting her lips linger on his sensitive skin for what for her were seconds and for him were eons.

"Babe, you're thinkin' out loud" She whispered groggily into his ears and if it weren't for the funny pitch she delivered, he'd have had shivers up his spine.

He hummed in response if only to let her know she was right, but she didn't pull away.

Her hand reached his wrist and tapped on the item that was currently keeping him in the same timeline as anybody else.

"Is it bothering' ya?" She still cared about him, even when half her brain was in the world of the dreamers.

"I managed to difference seconds and minutes, it's only a matter of time before I realize a day doesn't go by every time I blink" She giggled and caressed his arm with thin, soft fingers, making comforting circles around his skin to calm his atrocious mind.

"The less you think about it, the faster it goes away, dear" Advice wasn't something he seeked, but the way she said it told him it was something that worked for her. And if it worked for her, then it should work for him as well, "Maybe not closing your eyes yet, but just...keep thinking about other stuff?" He turned, already tired of looking at the white ceiling, to find the girl of his dreams looking at him, a smile on her face as her eyes sparkled with something close to kindness, something close to delight.

Happy to be there, with him.

"Go back to sleep, pretty woman" She giggled again and nodded before burying her head in the crook of his neck, tangle her soft limbs around his body and mumble a sweet dreams.

Gods, he could feel his own smile appearing on his face. He was too deep in love.

In love with a crazy british hero, that is.

Hi! This one was short, and mostly to announce that I am back from such long hiatus I didn't announce lol.

You can probably see my style may have changed a little?

I hope I have improved a bit as well.

That's it for me, if there's still people looking forward to the story, leave a review! :D very much appreciated.

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