[ For once, they're on the exact same wavelength... it'd felt a little easier to forget where they were when the lights had been down and the noise and motion of the movie had seemed to shrink the whole room to just their seats but now it's a little... jeez, she really gets shameless when someone indulges her, doesn't she? ]

I'm not really a movie person but it wasn't so bad. It did get kind of miserable at some points, though. Definitely written by some kind of sadist.

[ Maybe it's a little mean to make jokes about it, but... she wonders if taking it too seriously will just be picking at the scab. For all he's pretending to be over it... there must be some ache left over for him to be watching it over and over like this.

It occurs to her that their faces are probably this close in reality, too. She wonders what faces they've been wearing in sleep this whole time.

She wonders if this strange little link will ever form again. ]

Oberon. [ Her voice is soft but she speaks so suddenly it surprises her. It's just like before - if she's going to say it, it has to be when he's looking at her with those eyes that won't let her lie to him. ] I don't... I don't know if someone like me can give you the thing you're looking for. I don't know if I can be...

[ She doesn't even want to say the name. Even though both of them know it. It took her this long to learn how to love her own children, after all - how can someone like her promise to love anybody?

But before her words can sting like rejection, she lifts her hands so she can cradle his face in her palms. Gently, like she's touching something precious. ]

But I'm glad it was you. I'm glad you came to find me. I wouldn't have ever wanted it to be anybody else.