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Uh, right, you've reached Scott. I can't pick up right now but you can go ahead and leave a message. Talk to you later.

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[ scott's a relatively easy person to please, he thinks- give him a warm, beautiful lady and her fingers threading through his hair and he'll be content. and also make sure that it's allison, because there's no one else who can bring quite the same smile up onto his lips like the one he presses into the curvature of her neck now. they're speaking of death and loss, and yet he's happy, because for the first time today he can actually relax- allison is here and she's safe, and she's agreed to give him the night, and scott won't take that for granted. being with her is the only thing he has going right now, the only thing that makes him happy, and even with what happened earlier today- he's pleased. joyful, content, happy. ]

[ but she says something that needs to be addressed, so scott pulls away slightly, hovering on top of her with his knees supporting him- hands too afraid to leave her sides for even a minute. their foreheads nudge together for a second, before scott tugs up and presses a kiss to hers, lingering there after. ]

... I know.

[ and he kind of realizes how they're positioned- allison on the bed in scott's boxers and isaac's shirt, and scott hovering on top of her in a pair of sweat pants and one of isaac's shirts, too. it's strange. and it's- sexy, he guesses. it smells like the three of them all together, even if there's an isaac shaped hole in his heart and at allison's other side. he's not going to have sex with her, he doesn't think so, but it's still there. he's trying to be a gentleman when he kisses her cheek, presses their foreheads together again. ]

I wish it were different.

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[ scott's mood is infectious. it always has been. they can be talking about death and darkness and everything else, and the moment she feels him smile against her neck she's doing the same. he doesn't even have to say anything, or really do anything other than that. just for that minute, that one movement, and she's washed over with an all encompassing feeling of warmth and happy and safe. all things she's always associated with scott, a few of which she had to fight for a while there, and now that she's not and she can just accept this and them and everything that comes with it, she's mirroring him. happy, content, joyful.

but then he's moving, and allison doesn't even notice until he's pulled away from her. the fact that he's hovering over her, with his hands still on her waist, his knees on either side and her hands still hanging around his neck, his forehead against her's and then it's the kiss. that soft, gentle, lingering kiss that is what does it. is what shoots her back and makes her feel so easy, so happy.

he's saying he knows, and she vaguely remembers that they're still talking about her death, but it doesn't seem like it. doesn't seem like when she meets his eyes, and hovers there for a few moments, it's because she's answering with: ] I know you did too.

[ it's not so much that allison has that distinct thought of look at you two and where is this going. it's hard for her to really think about much with scott this close to her. he always made her feel a little spontaneous, a little daring. it's that comfort and that feeling that if she wanted to jump, right now, he'd catch her.

but then he kisses her cheek, and he says he wishes it were different, and even though allison does end up frowning a little when she finds his eyes it's with no malice. no hard feelings. she moves her arms from around his neck to his face, cupping both sides of his uneven jaw and keeping his eyes on her's. ] I don't. [ she could go on to talk about how she cherishes every moment here, every decision she made and everything that every went bad. because it's brought her here, in isaac's shirt and the distant feeling of missing him despite everything that happened.

but instead of saying as much, she just gives him a tired smile, honest and open, before she pulls him down for a real kiss. her lips to his, for just a moment, and then right when it feels like she's going to pull away she pulls him closer, deepens the kiss while arching her back under him, just a bit. ]