Reya was reading a book on the couch in front of the fire, listening to Dido as she read. Every now and again she would start humming along, but not often because it threw off her focus. She was wearing a black spaghetti strapped shirt and black sweat pants that Wonka had picked up at the factory when he had gotten Cujo. She had a black hoodie that had belonged to her dad that she liked to sleep in. Somehow Wonka had managed to get a hold of it and gave it to her.

She heard footsteps and looked up to see Wonka walking in, wearing a black T-shirt and dark blue and green plaid pajama pants. It was the first time she had ever seen him not dressed up all spiffy. It looked so weird to her... but great at the same time. He still had the top hat which was a great touch. "Hey," she said, smiling.

"I like this music," he said, looking at the stereo. "Who is this?"

"Dido," she said. "I got it for my birthday."

"It's very nice." The song changed and they were silent for a minute. "Miss Reya," he said at last, extending his hand to her. "May I have this dance?" She smiled and nodded, standing up and taking his hand. He pulled her into the middle of the room and placed a hand on the small of her back. The other one held hers, and she placed her hand on his shoulder. He danced her around, spinning her and she felt safe in his warm arms.

"I'm coming 'round to open the blinds/ You can't hide here any longer/ My god, you need to rinse those puffy eyes/ You can't lay still any longer/ Yes, they'll ask you where you've been/ And you'll have to tell them again and again/ And you probably don't want to hear, "Tomorrow's another day."/ But I promise you, you'll see the sun again/ And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness/ And I promise you, you'll see the sun again/ C'mon, take my hand/ We're going for a walk, I know you can/ You can wear anything as long as it's not black/ And please don't mourn forever, She's not coming back/ Yes, they'll ask you where you've been/ And you'll have to tell them again and again/ And you probably don't want to hear, "Tomorrow's another day."/ But I promise you, you'll see the sun again/ And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness/ And I promise you, you'll see the sun again/ And I promise you, you'll see the sun again/ Do you remember telling me you'd found the sweetest thing of all/ You said one day of this was worth dying for/ So be thankful you knew her at all/ But it's no more/ And you probably don't want to hear, "Tomorrow's another day."/ But I promise you, you'll see the sun again/ And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness/ And I promise you, you'll see the sun again/ And you probably don't want to hear, "Tomorrow's another day."/ But I promise you, you'll see the sun again/ And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness/ And I promise you, you'll see the sun again..."

'See The Sun,' Dido

The music faded, and she looked at him, not letting go of his hand. He looked down at her and kissed her cheek gently, and lingered there, making her wonder if he'd kiss her lips. She could feel his breath on her face, and he kissed her cheek again, unable to muster up the nerve to really kiss her. She hugged him and held him, smiling anyway. He wrapped his arms around her and burried his face in her shoulder. She felt tears soaking through her shirt where her hoodie had slipped off her shoulder. Her heart started pounding as she tried to think of why he was crying, but she held him close anyway, knowing he'd probably tell her later.

She kissed his cheek gently and whispered in his ear, "I love you." He slowly looked up at her, his eyes red and tear stained, a sight she never thought she'd see. Somehow, looking into his eyes, she seemed to understand why he had cried. She knew she would never lose him, but he couldn't stop thinking of how he had almost lost her. He felt the same way she did when the gun had been pointed at him. She kissed his cheek gently, accidentally catching a tear on her lips.

"Reya," he whispered, and looked at her. "I love you." He leaned in and kissed her lips at last, treasuring every moment of it. He parted her lips and kissed her deeply, placing a hand behind her head to press her closer. She moaned softly, and he pulled away, kissing her face. Reya couldn't believe this was happening. She never thought anyone in the world would ever kiss her, or tell her they loved her, and yet, here she was. He kissed her forehead, cheeks, eyes, and her neck. His eyes were closed as he was engulfed in the moment, and she smiled turning her face to his and kissing him again.

"Oh my," he said after a minute, and they both started laughing.

"I guess it's safe to say our friendship is officially ruined," she said, looking at him. He smiled and nodded.

"I'm afraid so," he answered. "But I think this is better, my dear."

"Yeah. Same here," she said and gave him a hug. He kissed her cheek, and they retired to their separate rooms for the night.