( nobody could blame her for not wanting to think about it. Robin seems at least congenial, but congenial doesn't erase the fact she could at once and in an instant wipe all of them clean, leaving this place back in the same blank standstill it started. even without her, apparently this place was doomed to nonexistence much sooner than later. Matt is conflicted on whether they're in purgatory or if this is something different, something worse — though the chance that this dimmed existence is all they have left and that sooner or later, they'll lose even that, means he doesn't want to waste it.
because while admittedly he can't say the ugly parts of their past don't still hurt, he can say that they aren't worth living the rest of his afterlife holding her at arms length.
it's true, her voice is nearly a whisper, barely more than a breath. he wasn't asking for touch or comfort, though that's what she offers, and he doesn't shy away from it. it doesn't even feel that sudden or unusual when they've been so close, even without a definition, for the past few days. he doesn't fight her, in fact after she hazards a kiss he just pulls her back into his arms and into his lap. if Elektra's worried he intends to be cagey about affection, she probably doesn't need to be.
the kiss is simple, more emotional than physical. less leading and more expressive, and yet if it lasted a lifetime it'd still have ended too soon. he rubs his hand at her upper arm, keeping his forehead pressed to hers as he wonders, ) What do you want it to mean? ( Matt is very far from confident about this, either. all he knows is that he isn't willing to waste what opportunity they have, even if things are bound to be different than they were before. they never had to ask questions like this before, now they feel necessary. )
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because while admittedly he can't say the ugly parts of their past don't still hurt, he can say that they aren't worth living the rest of his afterlife holding her at arms length.
it's true, her voice is nearly a whisper, barely more than a breath. he wasn't asking for touch or comfort, though that's what she offers, and he doesn't shy away from it. it doesn't even feel that sudden or unusual when they've been so close, even without a definition, for the past few days. he doesn't fight her, in fact after she hazards a kiss he just pulls her back into his arms and into his lap. if Elektra's worried he intends to be cagey about affection, she probably doesn't need to be.
the kiss is simple, more emotional than physical. less leading and more expressive, and yet if it lasted a lifetime it'd still have ended too soon. he rubs his hand at her upper arm, keeping his forehead pressed to hers as he wonders, ) What do you want it to mean? ( Matt is very far from confident about this, either. all he knows is that he isn't willing to waste what opportunity they have, even if things are bound to be different than they were before. they never had to ask questions like this before, now they feel necessary. )