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*Finally changed into dry clothes and hanging the last of his sopping wet outfit in front of the fire to dry, Adam flops onto the couch. He smiles the smile of the well and truly happily tired.*

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Not terribly well. She faces a rough choice, I fear. I don't know if she has told you about Urien, but she told Barty, and is unsure of his reaction, really.

I can't imagine what she must be feeling.

*Alanna swallows and is suddenly holding on to Adam rather tightly.*

*It's been quite some time since Morgan's talked to Adam about Urien, but he remembers.*

We're quite lucky, aren't we?

Yes. The luckiest.

*She kisses him, hard at first, but then less so, a little in awe.*

I love you.

She saw the scar. *Alanna smiles a little.* She said it was very us.

It is.

No more yelling, then?

No, not in several days. Not even a labored sigh.

*Her lips twitch.*

*Adam laughs, it's a little uncomfortable.*

Maybe the worst is over.

Aziraphael says to tell you he's sorry.

Pardon? *She blinks, shocked.*

We talked, a bit. He asked that I apologize for the way he acted. He was afraid you hated him.

*Still gaping, she struggles with her response.*

Me?

No, I... I just wanted him to like me. For your sake, really. And I truly like him, so it did sting a bit.

But I'm irrelevant here.

*Concerned, she eyes him and brushes his hair back.* Are you all right?

I ...

think so. Yes. I'm worried about him, though.

*Nodding, Alanna bites nervously at her thumb.*

Aye. Something else is wrong, isn't it? Like Tonks said?

He wouldn't tell me what. He was fairly upset, but asked me not to push. He said he couldn't talk about it.

I'm sorry to hear that. Talking about it usually helps.

*Says she who refused to do just that until Adam pushed her.*

Perhaps, in time, he'll come around. For the moment, I'm just happy you spoke. I know how that was... bothering you.

I'm just glad he didn't...

*Adam shrugs.*

oh well.

He didn't what? *She hugs him, wishing she knew how to help.*

The way he left - I thought he'd, I don't know. washed his hands of me.

Ah, yes. I know. I thought the same, which is why I was so blindingly upset.

*She smiles, brushing her fingers over his cheek.*

As if anyone could truly wash their hands of you.

Lucifer doesn't count. He's an ass.

But we knew that.

*He holds you tight.*

I know he still doesn't approve. But it's-

better.

He made me promise if we did hold a wedding he'd be invited.

I told him he could walk me down the aisle.

Next time I see him, I'll give him the tea, and I promise not to act like a lackwit. If he doesn't wish to talk to me, I won't push.

*She laughs.*

Wait, you would walk down the aisle? Hmmm. Does this mean I would wear the tuxedo? That's fine by me. I wouldn't know what to look for in a wedding dress anyway.

*Adam can't help but laugh.*

It's probably for the best that we did it this way, come to think of it.

Aye. Next time Thom gets upset at me over it, I'll calmly remind him that he would have had to walk me down the aisle.

It was best for us. *firm nod* And that's really not as selfish as it sounds. I think.

I don't think so.

*He holds her tight and rocks her a little, relaxing.*

Are you happy?

Aside from various security issues, feeling as if I'm letting Jon down and worrying about Thom? I'm happier than I've ever been. Because of you.

*She smiles, snuggling close and finally feeling warm again.*

More so every day.

You?

Never thought I could be so happy.

Truthfully? Neither did I. Well, I could conceive of bliss, but I rather thought glory and great deeds would bring it about.

Glory and great deeds are wonderful, but they still leave you feeling a little hollow inside.

This? *She kisses him slowly.* You. It's all the exact opposite.