FLUFF BREAK

[acautionarytale]

Astrid hadn't been kidding when she said this house had plenty of room. It's a big, sprawling, two-storey... thing on a corner in a residential district that's slowly putting itself back together. Sure the place looks a little worn on the outside....

...But on the inside she's managed to make it an actual home. The place used to belong to a Loyalist couple who, sadly, no longer need it. Astrid has, interestingly, made a habit of appropriating abandoned Loyalist property, mainly because the current provisional governmant considers them forfeit. First come first served, and it seems the Fringe team won't ever have to pay for anything again in this area. So she moved out all the Loyalist propaganda and managed to get in some real furniture and decor. It's a warm and inviting and roomy place that needs explored.

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[acautionarytale]

Astrid may not know the extent of Donald's attachment to his son, but she can at least understand that there really wasn't anyplace to run to. The rest of the world had been pretty much the same, after all.

"You're right," she answers softly. "There wasn't really anyplace to go, was there?"

[tookhishand]

"No. I'd always be wondering... what happened. And missing this life."

It's stupid, and petty to wish he hadn't destroyed his home. But he misses his things. He'd never been one to throw away anything.

[acautionarytale]

"I wish I could remember having gotten to know you, even though I feel like I know you anyway."

Astrid reaches up to stroke his hair for a moment. She wants to kiss him again. Properly, this time. She's only been wanting to give him a proper snog for ages, now....

[tookhishand]

"I never expected to need to return your memories... I don't think anyone can."

He did too good of a job, deliberately. How could he have known the reset would fail?

[acautionarytale]

Astrid just nods, her hands resting on either side of his face for a moment.

"I understand. But... I like to think that means I can get to know you all over again."

Smile.

[tookhishand]

He nods, after a moment's thought. "There will be time, even with all we have to do."

World-saving never ends!

[acautionarytale]

Astrid's hands slip down to his shoulders, then behind his neck again. "Good," she answers, and leans in for a proper kiss.

[tookhishand]

He finds himself reciprocating, even though there are more reasons not to, logically.

Logic isn't everything.