War was over, at least for a time, and he was warm, his head on a soft pillow, tangled up in soft blankets with the only girl he had ever loved tangled up with him. She hovered above him, murmuring words that only meant, to him, that she did want him after all. Elliot could not help but smile, and he felt her smile blossom against his mouth in response to his. He curled his fingers around her long dark hair and tugged her down the last fraction of an inch toward him.
