Hello everyone!

Here's a new drabble for you - it's set in the season seven finale, and was inspired by staring at a gifset on tumblr for, like, twenty minutes.

I didn't watch the episode again though (I doubt I ever will), so I might have gotten some details wrong. Sorry about that! I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless.

Also, there's a couple more drabbles coming up soon... So I promise I won't disappear for a couple months again. ;)

See you guys soon, and thank you for reading!

26. We'll figure it out.

"Do you wanna know how I feel?" he yelled into her face as he grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. His warm breath swept her cheeks and for a split second, she was afraid of him – before she opened her eyes, and saw in his own everything he'd hidden behind pranks, prostitutes and a green card wife.

It was like looking at herself in a mirror.

His anger dissolved just as quickly as it had erupted, and he finally admitted to her how hurt he felt.

She had been trying to have this discussion, to jolt a reaction from him, for days – well, she got what she'd wished for.

She saw the extent of the damage she'd done, and it broke her heart a little bit more than she expected.

She got him to release her arm from his death grip. He held her so tightly, she could swear he knew it was the last time they would share such an intimate moment.

But then he decided to absolve her. It wasn't until he lifted the weight of her guilt off her heart that she remembered about her own pain.

She had been hiding things, too.

"Wait."

He stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around, his head hanging low.

"Do you wanna know how I feel?" she asked softly. "Without you, I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't work." She sighed and let a tear escape, feeling suddenly a ton lighter – she could finally breathe. "God, I miss you."

He didn't reply, but his silence spoke volumes.

They didn't make sense when they were apart.

They could be anything; ranging from sworn enemies to passionate lovers, from something as clearly defined as friends to a more elusive relationship. Anything but without each other. They needed to be in each other's life, and it was as simple as that.

She took a step toward him. "Will you take me back?"

He turned to her the slightest bit – enough for her to make out the tip of his nose and his eyelashes. "Will you forgive me?"

His question revealed dozens more in its wake. Would she forgive him? Would he forgive her? Would they move on past this crisis? Would they make more efforts to make it work this time? Was it going to work out at all? Was this all for nothing?

"We'll figure it out," was her answer to all of those questions.

He turned around and looked at her, not entirely convinced – but it was a start.

"Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight?" she asked. "Rachel is at my mother's."

"I know." She smiled, delighted that he'd cared enough to remember. "I'd love to," he told her, with all the sincerity he was capable of.

"Good."

He nodded. They stood there for a moment, looking at each other, butterflies dancing around in their stomachs, before a coworker strolling past them shook them out of their contemplation.

"I'll see you tonight."

"Okay."

They both turned away and walked back to work, feeling just a little lighter than before.