An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A story for the moment you realize things are going to be okay. Even if -- in that moment -- you didn't yet know you would be, too.
This was routine, in a lot of ways; they’d been here so many times together, so many different places. It made it feel a little less like the world had already ended, like the planet was cracked apart outside the window.
It was kinda a stupid question at this point, but Phil asked anyway. “You okay?”
May’s answering snort was soft, a little less sardonic than it might have been. After a long second, she nodded. “Been better, but.”
“It’s okay to not be, you know.”
She shook her head. “Pot, kettle.”
Phil huffed a slight laugh. May’s gaze flickered over to him, either looking for or seeing something no one else could see. Somewhere along the line, her shoulders had finally fallen into a sloping, exhausted line.
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