Two, Then One
Part 2

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When Levi comes to, it is quiet, and everything hurts.

He opens his eyes an tries to sit up, but pain shoots all the way up his side. He hisses at the feeling and lays back down.

He is outside. The ground underneath him is hard.

"Oh my God, oh my God—" A blur of pink, and then two bright green eyes staring at him. "Levi? Levi, please, say something."

He looks at her and faintly thinks, oh. "You're alive," he says, voice raspy.

A jumble of words fall out of her mouth at lightning speed and his brain can't quite keep up, especially because she shoves a canteen to his lips and pours water into his unsuspecting mouth. He chokes, and she apologizes hastily.

"I didn't see what happened, but it looked like some debris caused by the Wall Titan's walking flew your way. Luckily it didn't hit your head, or else you definitely would have died—but how many times am I going to have to stitch your guts back together, huh? The human body is complex, you know—I might make it look easy, but it really does take some time and effort." His eyes scan her from top to bottom; she looks unscathed, but her uniform is stained red and brown with blood. He can only assume it's his.

He turns his head to stare skyward. "Did we manage to stop Eren?" If it's this quiet, there are only two possibilities: the first is that somehow, some way, Mikasa and Armin got through to Eren and the Wall Titans stopped their rampage. The second is that they failed, and they have all left the island to terrorize the world beyond.

"I…don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? Did you get distracted? Was there somehow something more important than the world going to shit?"

When Sakura doesn't answer him, he pushes through the pain and sits up.

They're in a clearing of some sort, but the land is barren. There is hardly any sign of vegetation, save for some weeds growing at the base of some nearby boulders. Levi doesn't recognize this area. He breathes in, deeply. The air is different.

"Sakura. Where are we?"

"I haven't really had time to scout the area, but if I had to make an educated guess, I'd say we're in the Earth Country."

"The Earth Country? Where the fuck is the Earth Coun—" And then it dawns on him.

"I—" Sakura barely begins her sentence and starts to cry instead, and Levi has a hunch that she's been holding in her tears until this very moment. "I'm just so glad you're alive."

He lays down again. There is nothing that he can do. He isn't quite sure how he feels.

So he listens to her quiet sobs, and then he listens to the silence.

—

Levi isn't a person who likes to depend on others for help, but he doesn't have much of a choice other than to let Sakura carry him as they travel. Not only does he have no chakra, but his injuries were monumental and even her miracle work didn't make him good as new again. Walking would take way too long, and of course, there are no horses here.

They travel mostly in silence. The sensation of Sakura jumping through the trees is similar to using 3DMG, with their cloaks whipping in the wind. Levi floats in and out of consciousness on her back, but when he's awake, all he can think about is Paradis, how anything they left behind has surely gone to hell, and how any remaining people that he cared about must either be dead or dead fairly soon.

He wonders if what he's feeling is even a fraction of what Sakura had felt.

—

She cries so damn much. It's a miracle anyone respects her around here.

He had conjured up an image of Konoha in his mind from Sakura's descriptions, but it's nothing like seeing it. The wall surrounding it is wooden and short. The gate looks flimsy. A fifteen meter Titan could easily breach it.

They walk into the village together. She is sobbing. "I never thought I'd see this place again."

But no matter where they go, there are politics. Procedures. The gatekeepers send them immediately to the leader of the village. People stare at them as they walk, whispering as though a ghost is floating through the streets. Around every corner, Levi sees new sights, hears new sounds, smells new smells.

They are nowhere near their destination when he hears her name in the distance. A person far away charges at them at full speed, and Levi doesn't need to be introduced, he can tell from the bright blond hair and that orange jumpsuit exactly who it is.

Naruto tackles Sakura in a hug so hard they both fall over, and despite the myriad of emotions brewing in his stomach right now, Levi can't help but feel happy for her.

—

They have so many questions for her. What happened? Where did she go? What is she wearing, and what are those weapons hanging from her sides? And who is this man she has with her?

It is louder and far more informal than when Levi's people were questioning her. Naruto keeps on interrupting Ino, and Ino keeps on snapping at him, and Kakashi is at his desk and doing nothing to stop their arguing. But the noise brings Sakura so much comfort—she hasn't heard these voices in months, she thought she'd never hear them again, and there they are, in front of her and real and breathing and alive.

When it's all said and done, Naruto walks up to Levi and sizes him up—it's a funny sight to see him tower over Levi with his nose scrunched and expression skeptical. Levi's eyes narrow at him, neck craning upwards in some weird battle of testosterone.

"I don't know about him, Sakura-chan," Naruto says. "He's so short."

Levi grabs him by the collar and yanks him down. "You wanna say that again, punk?" Sakura manages to separate them without much trouble, but it looks like they're off to a rocky start.

And then, finally, Kakashi speaks. "Are we going to tell Sasuke?"

For a moment, the room falls silent. Sakura suddenly realizes that it's been a while since she's even thought about Sasuke. And then she asks, "What is there to tell him?"

"You were just gone. Disappeared. Poof." Naruto uses hand gestures to articulate his point. "And we couldn't find you after weeks of searching, so we thought you were dead. We sent Sasuke a message at his last known location to tell him, but he didn't respond. He didn't come to your funeral either—oh wait, we need to cross out your name on the epitaph! Is that allowed?"

Beside her, Levi mutters under his breath. "Typical."

"I guess we should let him know I'm alive," she says. "If he even checks his mail?"

"I'll pass the message along," Kakashi says. "I'm glad you're okay, Sakura. Get some rest. We can talk more later."

Everyone demands one more hug from Sakura before they're allowed to leave. Naruto squeezes her so tight she struggles to breathe, and he tells her that Sai will be back from a mission in a few days so she'll see him then. When Ino hugs her, she whispers to Sakura about Levi, "He looks like a weird one, but I guess I've seen weirder," to which Sakura gives her a friendly jab in the side.

Kakashi ruffles her hair on their way out the door. "Welcome back, kiddo."

—

"It's green tea," Sakura explains when Levi peers into the cup she offers him.

He takes a sip. The flavor is different from black tea, but it isn't bad.

The air in her apartment is musty and everything is covered in a thin layer of dust, but that's to be expected. He would start cleaning immediately if he didn't feel so out of place.

He understands now, the heartbreak Sakura felt. She has family here. Friends. An entire life. What did he leave behind by coming here? An impossible war? Inevitable death? Nearly every person who was important to him was already dead before this happened.

He thinks of Hange, and then he tries not to.

Sakura is bustling around and saying things, so he focuses on her voice instead. "I know it's disgusting in here, I promise I'll clean it up tomorrow—it's actually really good luck that no one decided to buy this place or else we'll be homeless—you should sit down! Oh wait, everything's too dirty to sit, right? Let me find a rag—"

"If you have a duster," he interrupts her calmly, "I can clean up the couch and stay there tonight."

Sakura stops her rummaging underneath her sink and looks at him. "Why? My bed is big enough for the both of us." For some reason, this sentiment surprises Levi. "What, you think that just because I'm home, I wouldn't want you anymore?"

He doesn't answer her question, but his silence is answer enough.

"Oh, Levi. No. Nothing has changed." Sakura walks up to him and takes the cup of tea from his hands, setting it aside. When she kisses him, she feels perfect. She feels like the only thing that's real here.

"Were we the only ones who ended up here?" he asks when they pull apart. "Did no one else fall through with us?"

She frowns. "I think only I was meant to fall through. But I saw you just lying there, and it looked like you were going to die, and I knew that you would if I didn't save you, so…I managed to take you with me. Are you mad?"

"No. It is what it is. Thank you for saving me. Again."

"It's like I said—I choose you. I'll always choose you."

She says that, but things are different now. Levi isn't sure if she means what she says.

—

He feels like a ghost, floating through the days. There are no wars to fight. There is no chain of command to follow. For once, Levi is forced to ponder his life.

"I'll start researching cross-dimensional jutsu," Sakura says one day over breakfast. "I bet there's a higher chance of getting back from here than getting here from there."

"Don't bother," he says. The scowl is set deep on his lips as he continues to struggle with his chopsticks. The cuisine here is different, as are the utensils, and it is infuriating that he has to use literal sticks to pick up his food.

"Why not? You don't want to go back?"

"It's not about wanting to." He finally gives up and puts down the chopsticks, opting instead for the fork that Sakura had pre-emptively placed in front of him. "I left the Underground and made it to the surface. And from there, I made it here. I don't think there's a reason it's me over anyone else, but the fact is that I'm here, and it's safer here than it is there. That's all there is to it."

"Aren't you worried about Hange?" she asks quietly.

Levi has to hesitate before he answers. Considering the amount of time he was unconscious for and the week it took to travel from the Earth Country to Konoha, whatever was going to happen would have already happened. "She can handle herself. And if she dies, it will be an honorable death." Because the truth is, even if he does worry about her, what could he possibly do? Even if Sakura does find a way for him to go back, how much time will have passed? What will he do if he returns and discovers there's nothing left?

No. The risk is too great. And if Levi has ever been good at anything, it's making do with what he has. This is what he has now—and if he's being honest, things could be far worse.

"I have some money saved up," Sakura tells him. "We could buy a space. Fix it up into a teahouse."

From across the table, he stares at her. There is hope in her smile.

"I'll think about it," he says, and returns to his food.

—

Sakura never thought she'd say this, but she missed ramen so much.

It's a week after her return to Konoha, and she finally manages to spend some alone time with Naruto. The smell of Ichiraku's signature bone broth permeates through the air, and in the spirit of her best friend, she slurps it loudly from the bowl. The flavor is rich and deep—it reminds her of some gravy she once had in Levi's world.

"So let me get this straight," Naruto says for the umpteenth time. "They were humans?"

"Yeah. Like, everyone on the island is part of a race of people that could turn into these things if they were injected some sort of special fluid. They were so freaky, you don't even know."

Her best friend scratches his head as he tries to wrap his mind around this concept. "They're humans but they eat other humans? For fun?"

"Yeah."

"Except they don't actually need to eat to survive?"

"That's the crazy thing!" It's easy to talk about it now, in retrospect, when she's safe. But the truth is, those Titans will forever haunt her dreams. She will never forget the faces of the people she was too slow to save, and the sounds they made moments before their deaths. "The thing is, Naruto…that wasn't the scariest part. Levi's people—they're not shinobi. I don't even know if they have chakra systems. They're just…normal. And so many of them die for nothing."

"That's…" Naruto puts down his bowl. "Honestly so horrible. I hate that you went through that all by yourself."

"I wasn't alone. I had Levi."

"What exactly does that mean, Sakura-chan? Is he just going to keep living here from now on? Is he going to keep living with you from now on?" She knows what he's really asking underneath all of his questions, but he doesn't ask her outright, and she doesn't answer him outright.

"It's not like he has any money. Or knows how this place works. He was there for me when I was lost, I'm not just going to abandon him here."

"What do you think Sasuke would say about all this?"

Sakura sets down her chopsticks. "Who cares what Sasuke-kun would say? He's not here, Naruto, he can't say anything. He'd rather be out there, all by himself in this vast world, than with us. Why do we always have to think about him when he never once returned the favor?"

From the way his eyes widen with hurt, she knows she crossed a line. "Sakura-chan."

She's changed. She might not have noticed it happening, but she's different now. Living within the walls of Paradis, spending time with Levi—something about her has immeasurably shifted, and she doesn't know if it's for better or for worse.

Levi would say it's not about being better or worse. It just is.

There is something so beautiful, she thinks, about the way he just sees things as they are. Perhaps, as they're meant to be.

A melancholy feeling sits in her stomach when she parts ways with Naruto that night. It's not the first time they haven't seen eye to eye, and she knows they'll be alright in the end, but she doesn't know how to make him see what she sees. She doesn't know if there would even be a point.

—

Sakura's sheets are much softer than anything the military barracks had to offer, her bed bigger, her pillows heftier. Levi takes pleasure in being able to stretch out without worrying that he'd accidentally knock her to the floor.

His eyes open when he feels her move, watching and feeling the way she trails small kisses all the way up his arm, until her mouth meets his.

Her palm rests against his cheek as she peers at him. "You seem…different."

"Different how?"

"You sleep through the night more often now. And you seem to have less things on your mind these days."

Levi reaches up to touch her hair, and he twirls a lock of it between his fingers. "There haven't been too many pressing matters to think about recently," he murmurs.

"Is that a good thing?"

He knows what she's getting at. They've been here for weeks, and he has done nothing. Sakura isn't taking any missions for the time being, but she still works at the hospital, so the most he does when she's not around is wander through the village and simply just see new things, and occasionally be accosted by one of her friends. Otherwise, he cleans her apartment, because he has quickly learned that she likes to leave messes in her wake.

"It's not a bad thing," he settles on. It's taking some time for him to grow accustomed to peace; his eyes still shoot open sometimes in the middle of the night when his mind conjures up phantom sounds of someone knocking with an emergency order; and whenever a loud sound booms from the training grounds, his hands unconsciously reach for blades that aren't there.

Levi, first and foremost, has always been a fighter. That won't disappear overnight.

"I'm not trying to push you or anything," Sakura says as her thumb continues to stroke his cheek. "Things are new and crazy and different. But…have you thought about what you might do next?"

He has. Because whatever happens, he can't waste his life away here. Sakura brought him back from the edge of death not once, but twice—he can't let that amount to nothing.

It is a cloudless night, and the moonlight shining in through her window casts a pale glow on her skin. She looks different like this—ethereal, everlasting—the candles of his world never quite did her justice, he realizes now. "I think," he says carefully, "I would like to take up your offer on that teahouse. Eventually."

She smiles. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He rolls until his back faces her, and he feels her shuffling closer, her body warm behind him and an arm draping over his waist. "I always thought I'd die before I had to think about what I'd do after the fighting is done."

"No more Titans," she murmurs against his shoulder. "No more fighting."

"Yeah."

"That's a good thing, right?"

He looks out the window at the sky, at the bright moon, at all the stars, and remembers his very first dream of simply being free.

"Yeah, it is."

—

"The recipe says to add just a little bit of flour first…"

"How much is a little bit?"

"I don't know, it just says a little bit."

"Only shitty recipes don't have exact measurements."

"Well, I wasn't the one who wrote it, okay?"

As it turns out, the endeavors one must take to open a teahouse in an unfamiliar world are not simple. It doesn't help that Sakura has no idea how to bake, and Levi has never had dango before yesterday.

(It is sticky and sweet, unlike anything he's ever had before, and he likes it a lot. This world is full of a variety of food—there are no meat shortages, and they even eat animals from the ocean. Levi didn't even know that things lived in the ocean.)

It is surreal to him that he is simply spending an afternoon with Sakura making food. He has never had the luxury to do that before, but it feels nice. It feels good. There is little to worry about here, especially when he's with her.

"Oh look, it's getting gloopy! That's a good sign, right?"

"I don't know, what does your shitty recipe say?"

"We need to take it out and slowly work in more flour—ow, it's hot—"

Just as he offers her the bowl of flour to incorporate into their gloopy mess, she freezes. Levi freezes too because his reflexes are forever a learned response, but for a long moment he doesn't notice anything. It isn't until a few seconds later that he senses what she sensed immediately, which is a presence at the front door.

All the shinobi here are like her; they have a tangible presence, and each person's is different. Sakura calls them chakra signatures. Levi doesn't recognize the one at the door.

She goes to the sink first, quickly rinsing her hands clean before going to greet whoever it is. Levi trails behind her, slower, and he's wiping his hands dry with a small towel as he enters the living room to see the guest.

Like with Naruto, he doesn't need to be introduced. He knows the moment he sees him.

Uchiha Sasuke is a tall man with broad shoulders and empty eyes. He wears a black cloak that covers him from head to toe and his chakra signature is staggering; Levi is surprised it took him as long as it did for him to notice it. At first glance, nothing about Sasuke reminds him of himself, but he remembers those early days with Sakura when she would look at him with distant eyes, clearly thinking about this man in the doorway, and he decides that they must share some characteristics. The thought doesn't sit well with him.

"Sasuke-kun," Sakura says, and something about the suffix on his name makes Levi's stomach twist.

Sasuke says nothing and enters the apartment. Sakura closes the door behind him. "What are you doing here?"

He surveys her home, and his eyes land on Levi. Levi unconsciously straightens his spine, although there is no hope of intimidating him. He's just a civilian to him, and a short one at that. Sasuke's gaze only lingers on him for a moment before his attention returns to Sakura. "Kakashi told me you were alive."

"Yeah, like, months ago."

"I've been busy."

"You're always busy."

"I thought you were dead."

"I know. It's…complicated. I'm sorry."

"You drop off the face of the earth for a few months, and when you come back, you suddenly start living with some other man? What is that about?"

Sakura's jaw drops, mouth agape. If Levi didn't have such control over his emotional responses, he might look very much the same. "I…That's what you're concerned about? You think I'm dead for months and that's the first thing you ask about? Not how I am? Not what happened? Not what I've been through?"

Sasuke glances at Levi again. "We're talking in private." And he sweeps away in the direction of Sakura's room—she stalks after him, incredulous and angry.

Levi sits on the couch and waits. He can't hear Sasuke speak, but Sakura's voice is clearly audible through the walls when she shouts, and she doesn't have many nice things to say.

Ten minutes later, when they emerge from her room, Sasuke appears much less composed than he was when he arrived. His steps land heavier on the floor, and when he looks at Levi, his eyes narrow with cold accusation. As he strides towards him, Levi stands from the couch—he needs to look upwards to make eye contact with him, but he has never been afraid of enemies larger than himself.

"That is not the Sakura I know. What have you done with her?" There is poison in Sasuke's voice.

"I just loved her," Levi says evenly, "the way she should've always been loved."

Whatever Sasuke expected him to say, it was not that. He glares daggers at Levi for several seconds longer before turning and walking away. The front door slams behind him loudly, leaving the apartment in silence and Levi's heart in his throat.

Behind him, Sakura's voice is meek. "You love me?"

He does not move. He does not turn to look at her. She walks until she stands in front of him, and she asks him again. Her bright eyes are wide with earnest, and he can't not answer her.

"I'm here, aren't I? I stayed."

She frowns. "Don't say that. I'm not the reason you stayed."

"You were a factor. Don't discount that."

Sakura reaches out and touches his face. Her hand against his skin is comforting; he closes his eyes.

"I love you too," she says quietly, and dips her head down to kiss him.

Sakura is a person who believes in fate. She can look at any situation and pull meaning from it, even if it's something as insane as dropping into a world full of Titans. In the face of complete hopelessness, thinking that she would never return home, she asked him to start a life with her. When entering a losing battle where he gave her permission to run, she stayed. And when their lives spun and their roles became reversed, where she could easily leave him behind and have her life return to normal, she looked at the man she had loved for the majority of her life and told him no.

From the moment Levi met her, he thought she was extraordinary—in her strength, in her faith, in her unbelievable stubbornness. He's not like her; he can hardly see past tomorrow. But whatever it is that brought them together, whether it be fate or just pure chance, he thinks he really landed with the good end of the bargain.

—

"C'mon, you're saying you're not even a little bit curious? Not even in the tiniest corner at the back of your mind?"

Levi gives Rock Lee a long and hard look, and Sakura sees him thinking. "Fine. But it's not my fault if he gets hurt."

"I'm glad you're so fired up, Levi! It's invigorating to have the opportunity to meet and spar with another taijutsu comrade!"

Sakura has to stifle a laugh when Levi looks at her with genuine concern. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, that's just who he is. Lee, keep the weights on, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Sakura moves out of the way and sits beside Naruto at the base of a tree to watch Levi and Lee spar. She'd be lying if she didn't admit that part of the reason why she talked Levi into joining her at the training grounds is because she misses seeing him fight. As the two men take up their initial stances, she's already entranced by the way Levi holds his weight, the way his arms tense up, the way his white tunic hangs loosely off his toned body.

"I mean," Naruto says, "I don't get it, but I guess I kind of do? He's kind of like Sasuke, in a way."

"I thought so too, at first. But they're not the same."

"I'm going to assume you think he's better?"

"Would you be mad if I said yes?"

"I guess not. I know what you mean about Sasuke never being around. But that's just who he is, y'know? He can't stop, even for a second."

Levi and Lee are both on the defensive, scoping each other out, exchanging blows that don't quite land.

"Levi didn't stop either, Naruto. You weren't there. You have no idea what it was like. There was never a moment when he wasn't thinking about the next attack, the next move, the next battle. But despite all that, he still made time for me." Her head tilts back and she gazes at the leaves above them. "I know I haven't known him for a long time. But I don't know how to explain it—this isn't just some fling, you know, it's—it's real and he changed me and I don't ever want to be without him."

Beside her, Naruto sighs. "I believe you, Sakura-chan, I do. I just don't know him like you do. I think I need some time."

She turns to him and smiles. "That's fair. He is a bit prickly, I'll admit."

"Eh. Sasuke is worse."

"True."

Out of the corner of their eyes, there's a sudden movement. Sakura and Naruto's attention return to the spar in front of them, and Sakura audibly gasps when she sees Lee fly several feet in the air and land upright, the balls of his feet digging into the ground to regain his footing. He is just as shocked as Sakura is; there is no way a person of Levi's strength could have sent him flying that far. When she looks at Levi, he's staring at his own fist, perplexed.

She turns to Naruto, wide-eyed. "Holy shit."

—

Time passes, and sometimes Levi forgets.

Sometimes he forgets his roots deep in the Underground where the light never reaches and everyone lives like the vermin the people up above think they are. Sometimes he forgets his time in the Survey Corps, his 3DMG piled in the corner of their closet and his uniform hung up like some ancient relic. Sometimes he forgets the faces of the people he's lost—Furlan, Isabel, Petra, Erwin—the list goes on and on.

But he never forgets the Titans. He never forgets what they've taken from him. And he never forgets the guilt he feels for surviving. He wishes that he has better emotions associated with his past, but these are ultimately the ones that stay with him. Sakura can see that it pains him, so she never fails to remind him, whispering into his skin over and over again, that he is humanity's strongest.

He never wanted to be humanity's strongest. But he was, and he led all of his comrades to their deaths.

Here, he is just Levi. He is the man that showed up one day with Haruno Sakura. When they were in his world, she had said that she hated not having a history there, but he doesn't feel the same way. There are no expectations of him here. He can just…be.

The world that he lives in and the people that he sees used to just be stories. Naruto's disgusting habit of slurping ramen broth and getting it all over his clothes was fictional at one point, Kakashi's annoying tendency to be late just a little detail Sakura mentioned in her musings. These things are real now. And slowly, Levi begins to feel like he belongs.

"Hey!" he barks at the young girl working at the grill. She jumps and turns to him, petrified. "Didn't I say to turn the squid every thirty seconds? You'll burn it!"

"Y-Yes, sorry sir, I'll do better."

"You better, or else what was the point of hiring you?"

Still muttering to himself, he makes his way out to the front with a rag to wipe down the tables again. At one of said tables near the entrance, he spots Sakura and Naruto and—oh, it's Sasuke. He visits Konoha once every few months, which Sakura says is far more often than he used to; Levi personally thinks he has some underlying motives, but doesn't think it's worth bringing up, especially if Sakura wants to keep the friendship between them. It doesn't mean he likes the guy, though.

Sakura waves him down, and he begrudgingly walks over to them. "How's the first day of business going?" she asks, pecking him on the cheek and pulling up a chair for him. There are currently no other customers in the teahouse, so Levi decides to sit.

"Fine. There was a complaint about the dango not being chewy enough, so I'll need to rework the recipe. Also, I think I have to fire the griller."

"Mm." Sakura doesn't seem quite as concerned as he is over the fact that there is someone completely inept handling the squid. "Oh, I think you guys should try Levi's stew—it's a recipe from his world! It's really good. Great for a cold winter night."

"It's not winter," Sasuke points out, and they all stare at him.

Naruto pats Sasuke on the back. "It's okay, dude. You can wait until winter. I'll give it a try, Levi!"

"Sure." As he stands to prepare Naruto's order, Sakura grabs his hand. She smiles at him and he thinks, not for the first time and certainly not the last, that her eyes are so stunningly green.

"No more Titans, huh? No more fighting."

He gives her fingers a squeeze. "No more fighting."

—

Sakura can't say she knows what happened.

What she knows is that life is a whirlwind of mysteries, and things happen for either no reason at all, or for reasons beyond anyone's comprehension. She knows that the earth can sometimes split open and swallow you whole and spit you out wherever it pleases. She knows that there are some things in this universe that are too horrifying to ever speak aloud, and there are some things that are so beautiful that they demand to be celebrated.

She and Levi share something that no one else will ever understand. They walk through their days, touched by the stars or maybe by Ymir (she had mentioned this once and he furrowed his brow deeply in distaste), forever having existed in two different worlds, having lived two different lives.

It was hard. God, was it hard.

But it brought them together.

Sakura can't say she knows what happened. But what she knows is that she will always choose Levi, again and again and again.

Notes: Aaand that's it! I truly had no idea what would happen to these two, but I'm glad they managed to make a life for themselves. I hope you enjoyed their journey together!

I do have another little fic planned to kind of address the emotional aftermath of this whole situation, so if you're interested, be on the lookout.