At the top of their little flat, Lena and Emily had what tiny bit of a balcony could have possibly been there. It could only really hold two chairs before being too crowded, so the two would often simply stand at the railing to peer out toward the inner-city metropolis of London, or if the weather was nice enough, Emily would pull a chair through the small door put into the roof and spend a good few hours reading in the fresh air.

Tonight, on a cold night such as this, one would have to be crazy, or heartbroken, to be out on this tiny nook, and yet, were you to see this miniscule slab of material, you would see an elf sitting there, bundled up with her elfish hat pull down over her head to warm her face as she buried her hands between her arms and torso. It was Lena's way of storming out, though even in her anger, she had enough thought for Emily, and to an extent, the others, to come here, rather than out the front door, alleviating any doubt that she would simply leave for some extended period of time.

It also made her easy to find, which was a fact she probably hadn't planned for as the door slowly opened, revealing the head of Angela Ziegler in due time as her lips coiled in regret, the frigid air nearly giving her a shock. She stepped out and closed the door, rubbing her arms vigorously as she bent down to try and shield her body from the wind.

"Dear lord, how do you live in this?" Angela complained.

Lena didn't reply, leaving Angela to groan quietly to herself in realization that this wouldn't be just a simple task. She hobbled over to the balcony and sat down, hoping the wall would help keep the wind from her, which it did an admirable job at doing, allowing the doctor's teeth to, at least, stop chattering. She looked over at Lena, almost sadly, as the girl simply remained still.

"You know, this really isn't 'storm out' weather," Angela pointed out, plainly.

Lena quickly lifted her head, though only exposing her mouth, as her green hat covered the rest still, "Didn't you even hear the narrator?!"

Angela rolled her eyes, "Well, I suppose that means I'm crazy for being out here. Emily probably thought I was crazy, anyway, for volunteering to do this."

"Volunteered?" Lena wondered, accusingly, "You weren't put up to this?!"

Shaking her head, Angela crossed her arms to keep warm, "Nope."

A gloved thumb appeared from Lena's side as she slowly pushed her festive hat up her face enough to expose her suspicious eyes, staring daggers into Angela, though the doctor remained calm, "Then why are you up here?"

"Because, like always, you overreacted. And, if I'm correct even further, you'll eventually get to the point where you've calmed down enough, but by then, you'll be so ashamed that you'll stay up here, anyway, until everyone leaves," Angela explained, easily.

Lena's lips spun angrily as she seethed back in reply, "You think you know me so well…"

"Well, I do," Angela shrugged, "I was your keeper when you first joined up. I feel a certain responsibility for you, even these days."

Lena scoffed, unimpressed, as she yanked her elf far down her face once again, "Could've fooled me."

Angela watched her curiously, recognizing the tiniest hint at her true emotions through her sarcasm. She thought for a moment before deciding to leave this avenue for another, sighing quietly as she looked off into the distance, peering at the dark silhouettes of buildings that lined London's cityscape.

"Why were so obsessed with making tonight perfect, anyway?" Angela wondered aloud, rhetorically, "Last time we did this, Jesse got so hammered drunk that his wife had to roll him to out on a wagon. I don't think we're the type of crew that should have the label of 'considerate' applied to it."

Angela groaned to herself as she shook her head in disbelief, sincerely devoid of a conclusion, "I just don't get it."

Lena's hands emerged to push her hat back up her face once again, revealing an unamused glare, "Emily wasn't there last time."

"So?" Angela shrugged, "She knows enough about the crew, I thought, that she would know not to expect a party totally devoid of anything woth-"

"I don't want her to leave," Lena mumbled under her breath, catching a confused stare from Angela as she finished, burying her face in her arms as she looked off into the distance, "I can't have her being you and abandoning me."

Angela's eyes broke away, staring listlessly into space as she tried to form some sort of response, only able to come up with, "You know that was different. The group had been disbanded- surely you didn't expect us all to- especially me, the odd one out, constantly. What else was I supposed to-"

"You were supposed to stick with your team!" Lena accused, suddenly, "Not pretend like we all didn't exist! If we all- if you and I could have a bond like that and you just up and abandoned it so easily, what's to say Emily wouldn't…"

She paused, burying her head deeper into her arms to hide her tears, shaking her head restlessly, "Even after I abandon her every time I go off to wherever…"

Angela watched her carefully for only a brief moment before shifting her body around and crawling the short distance toward Lena's side, sitting beside her and wrapping an arm around the pilot's shoulders as she shook, tearfully, "Okay, you seriously need to cut that crap out."

"Not one for comfort, are you?"

The doctor shook her head, "Call it tough love. Look, ignoring, for a second, the reason you hate me, I'm not Emily. I left because I had my own demons to deal with, not because I felt like abandoning the group. I love you guys; yes, even you. Even… Okay, I'm still working on a few people, but did you seriously think I hated you or something?"

Lena didn't reply, leaving Angela to exhale dramatically as she leaned back against the wall, "I mean, you can be annoying as all get out, sure, but I knew that when I first vouched for you to join. As far as Emily, how could you possibly think she'd leave you just because your friends are a bunch of crazy people? You just spent fifteen minutes talking about her panties getting into a twist; how do you possibly not know that you're the craziest of us all, yet she still loves you?"

A quick laugh broke free from Lena as her body shook rapidly, trying her hardest to remain still and 'serious', allowing Angela to go with eyes rolled, "Seriously. It's like you're unaware of the one person you're supposed to be the most aware of. It's like I'm talking to Fareeha."

Lena smirked, "She's not as annoying as I am."

"No, but she knows how to come close," Angela frowned, "You always tease the one you love, though, I guess. I walked in on her dancing to that one Starship song, lip-syncing, trying to get me to sing along. I wasn't going to have any part in that, but she just followed me through the house, dancing away, trying her damndest to get me to join in."

Her stare turning away toward the ground, Lena asked, distantly, "So what makes it worth it if you don't like it?"

Angela shrugged, speaking as plain as day, "I love her. Do I need anything else?"

Lena giggled at the answer's simplicity as Angela went along, finally, "I'm sure Emily is the same. If she's anything like me, she'll put up with the crazy if it means you're coming home to her, and her alone. Fareeha's an annoying woman sometimes, but she's my annoying woman."

Angela turned toward her comrade, "So are we good?"

"I guess," Lena answered, lightly.

Groaning, Angela shook her head, "I swear, you're so easy to cheer up. or rather, you're just difficult to put into a bad mood."

She stood up, still shivering from the cold as she rubbed her arms, "Don't think this changes anything, either. You better keep up appearances; I don't need people asking me why we're all friendly again all of a sudden."

Angela turned toward the door with a blank expression, before speaking up, monotonously, "Oh, hey Gabe."

A burst of blue light dispersed through the air as Lena ported atop the railing, a surprised look on her face as Angela groaned, "Calm down, it's just Emily."

Lena growled as she regained her footing, "That was such a mean joke!"

Angela rolled her eyes, "Just a reminder to get back at me. I'm back now, though; you don't need to feel bitter about me leaving Overwatch."

She opened the door as Emily nearly fell into her, as if unexpectantly holding her ear to the door. She stood up quickly, blushing nervously as she waved her hands in front of her.

"I wasn't listening! I was just-" she turned toward Lena, "How could you think I'd leave you over a party I, really, wasn't expecting to go perfectly?!"

Angela sneaked by, back into the house, closing the door behind her as Lena worriedly crossed her arms, "I know better than that, I just… I don't know."

Emily sighed, wearing a smile as she reached out and wrapped her arms around her, resting her face on Lena's shoulder as she held on, tightly, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know. My life was so plain and monotonous before you ran into me that day-"

Lena cleared her throat in a subtle attempt at argument, though it didn't deter her, "You make every days brighter just by being here with me."

Her lips curling in though, Lena mischievously smirked as she leaned her head over, pushing her cheek against Emily's, which elicited a loud shriek of shock from the redhead as her head darted away. She whipped back toward Lena, who was in the throes of a boisterously light laughter while Emily frowned, holding her cheek.

"That was so cold!" she shouted simply, returning to a soft grin soon enough as she looked away, almost in embarrassment from her previous words.

"Let's head back on in then, love," Lena suggested, reaching out a hand for Emily to take.

Emily watched, suspiciously, as her own hand reached our, slowly, just taking Lena's before the pilot tightened her grip, immediately pulling Emily into her. The pilot's hands flew up and around Emily's neck as she pulled her in for a kiss, her lips seeming to almost burn with how freezing the wind was that surrounded them.

Emily's arms went limp with surrender, though they grew strength enough to reach out and around Lena's waist, pulled the rest of their bodies against one another as Lena made sure their faces were joined in a wonderfully soft dance.

Lena's face pulled away, her eyes peering away, absently, as she thought for a moment, "Hmm. Strawberry. And I thought I was going to miss out on dessert by staying up here."

Emily's body jerked, playfully, in response, trying to demonstrate disapproval, though it was all she could to stay away from Lena's lips. She quickly reached back over to continue their enjoyment of one another, fully understanding that, after this moment, nothing about this evening could be considered anything less than perfect.