Ethan's voice trails off, and Elena turns to look at him once again.
"I know," she says softly. At least, if their universes share some kind of parallels, Elena knows what some of these complications were. Complications, distance, misunderstandings, all-around-Chicago-ness. Ethan refusing to stand still and Elena refusing to let go of things she should've long let go of. It was never perfect. Life is never meant to be. They both have carried their sadness and their guilt and their issues for a very long time. She looks down at her glass, hand circling it to bring it closer to her. There's a pause, before she brings it to her lips and downs it in one go. The alcohol burns in her lungs, but it's a good burn, and one that she needs at the moment.
Elena scrunches up her face all the same, before she places the empty glass back down on the wooden counter, and she looks up at him in time to catch that smile. She lifts her eyebrow, amusement threatening to seep into her expression. "Is it really that hard to believe?" she asks, already serving them another round. She places the bottle of liquor back down onto the counter, and takes a deep breath.
"Yes," she answers after a moment. "We're really together. There was this ball at the Kashtta Tower that made things ... weird, for a while, but we never stopped seeing each other. Then a freak Storm came not too long after that, and we were the only ones at Martha's house when it happened, and ... "
Her voice trails off, and she clears her throat. Well. Things happened.
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"I know," she says softly. At least, if their universes share some kind of parallels, Elena knows what some of these complications were. Complications, distance, misunderstandings, all-around-Chicago-ness. Ethan refusing to stand still and Elena refusing to let go of things she should've long let go of. It was never perfect. Life is never meant to be. They both have carried their sadness and their guilt and their issues for a very long time. She looks down at her glass, hand circling it to bring it closer to her. There's a pause, before she brings it to her lips and downs it in one go. The alcohol burns in her lungs, but it's a good burn, and one that she needs at the moment.
Elena scrunches up her face all the same, before she places the empty glass back down on the wooden counter, and she looks up at him in time to catch that smile. She lifts her eyebrow, amusement threatening to seep into her expression. "Is it really that hard to believe?" she asks, already serving them another round. She places the bottle of liquor back down onto the counter, and takes a deep breath.
"Yes," she answers after a moment. "We're really together. There was this ball at the Kashtta Tower that made things ... weird, for a while, but we never stopped seeing each other. Then a freak Storm came not too long after that, and we were the only ones at Martha's house when it happened, and ... "
Her voice trails off, and she clears her throat. Well. Things happened.
She picks up her drink again.