They eventually emerged from their bedroom having come to terms with their need for food and the fact that they actually couldn't just survive on love.
Elliot was busy making grilled cheese for dinner and thinking to himself, "I can't believe that this is finally happening. The woman I love, loves me back. All those who said she was unlovable and broke her heart, from her mother to her ex-boyfriends, are stupid and need to have their asses kicked. She deserved better than that. Although, am I really any better? It took me over a decade to tell her how I felt, well, at least I did in the end, so I must be better, right?"
Across the room, Olivia sat at the kitchen table, fully absorbed in her own thoughts, "I can't believe that this is finally happening. The man I love, loves me back. He's insane to think that I could do better than him. I've dated and I know that a) there's no one better out there and b) no one else has ever loved me. My own mother couldn't even look at me. I'm the lucky one, he's the one who's settling. I just hope he never realizes it."
Just then Elliot set a plate down in front of her, startling her from her thoughts. "Thanks," she said, watching him as he sat down next to her. They ate their dinner in complete silence, a first for them. They were both lost in their own thoughts and unwilling to share them with their partner, best friend, and fiancé, they had decided to suffer through their worries in silence.
After dinner, they put their dishes in the sink and curled up on the couch to watch t.v. Neither of them was able to pay attention to the made-for-t.v. movie they were watching and after a while Elliot just turned it off. Olivia looked up at him, a question in her eyes. Elliot knew exactly what she was asking him, "You're being really quiet, what's wrong?" he said in answer to her silent question.
"Nothing. Besides, I'm not the only one being unusually quiet, so what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
They just sat there, Elliot's arm wrapped tightly around Olivia's shoulders, and her hand and head resting on his chest. A pregnant silence filled the room, neither of them wanted to be the first to voice their fears-that would make their uncertainty all too real.
Finally, Elliot broke the silence, "Liv…I've been quiet because I was thinking."
"About?" she prompted, shifting to look at him.
"That I don't deserve you."
"Oh, El, don't say that."
"Why not? I'm not any better than any of those other creeps you dated."
"Don't say that. You are better than them. You love me, not one of them ever did. No one ever has before."
"I do love you, Liv, more than anything in the world, but it took me 12 years to admit it. How can I be any better than them, if I wasn't willing to admit that I loved you?"
"Because you stuck around until you were, before that and it wouldn't have been right. It worked out, El, we're together now and that's all that matters."
He kissed her tenderly, "Yes, it is."
"You know, I was thinking too. About how I hope you never realize how much better than me you could do."
"Not gonna happen because I could never do better than you."
"I'm damaged goods, El, my own mother hated me," there were tears in her eyes.
"You're not damaged goods, they're just to blind and stupid to see the amazingly wonderful woman right in front of them," he kissed her sweetly, emphasizing his point.
"I love you, El."
"I love you, Liv."