Seemingly unable to brush the grin from his face, Mike merely stared at her.
Three-hundred and fifty three days. It was worth it. It was so, so worth it. He couldn't find the ability to think straight, much less talk, yet his expression said all that needed to be said. He looked to be stuck somewhere between horrific embarrassment and total elation. El would normally have found this hilarious - had she not also fallen into exactly the same trance.
Arms around one another, all they did was remain silent. This wasn't awkward, no. This was something else. Love, perhaps.
Their staring session was short-lived, however, as garbled static followed by beeping filled the room from a box in the far right corner. El immediately blinked, shaking her head as she gazed over at the box, narrowing her eyes. As the beeps continued, she nodded slowly in sequence, mumbling quietly.
"B, A, C, K, S, O, O, N. 3, 1, 5. O, F, F, E, A, R, L, Y."
El blinked once again, turning her head back towards Mike. She stifled a giggle at the ever-so-prominent grin still plastered across his face. He looked ridiculous.
"Mike."
"Mike."
Oh, oh - shit.
He shook his head, his eyes flickering numerous times as he snapped out of whatever it was he found himself stuck in. He mumbled quietly, evidently confused.
"Uh, oh - um, yeah?"
"He'll be home soon."
What? Oh, fuck, shit, Jesus-
She tilted her head forwards slightly, widening her eyes a touch.
"Stay."
Was that a question or a command?
He frowned, clearly flustered. His day had gone from brilliant to catastrophic in mere seconds. Not even two minutes ago was he 'making out' with his girlfriend, only now to have his life (literally) in imminent danger.
"El, you kn-"
"Mike."
She lowered a hand, tugging at the sleeve of his jumper with a frown.
"Stay."
This isn't fair.
A/N: Apologies for the short chapter, needed something to tide everyone over until I can get around to finishing off the next. Maths tutors, school work, yada yada. All the support is immensely appreciated! Thank you all so much.