~Here's that alternate ending I told you about. Not as simple.~
The sunlight lit up the room as Garfield slowly blinked and opened his eyes. He yawned loudly as Rachel finished putting on a robe.
"Hey, Rachel," he croaked out, clearing the tiredness from his throat.
She stopped moving and he took her hand.
"Just, think about what I said. Please," he said, and he kissed it. She could have thrown herself down, back into his arms, then. She swallowed and gently pulled her hand away, covering it with her own.
"I'll think about it," she said.
"Why are you following me?" she said as he matched her quick pace around the curve.
"Because we were paired up," he said. "Plus," he said, looking over his shoulder. He leaned down to whisper. "You were crying on my chest last night. Did you really expect me not to say anything?"
She stopped and turned, her eyes flashing, to look at him. Garfield raised his eye brows. "Woah," he said, raising both of his hands.
Rachel rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I was just kidding around," Garfield said. He took her hand and put it on his chest.
"I love you Rac-"
"I understand that you want answers," Rachel said, "and I hear you, but now is not the time."
She stepped closer to him, and looked up into his eyes. He looked at hers, searching. "Can we talk later, please," she said as she pled with him. Garfield opened his mouth and the alarm sounded. He jumped as Rachel briskly turned and headed back down the hall to the where the hostages were.