Elena bites her lip, because she would be lying if she said she wasn't wondering that, too. She doesn't know the full spectrum of similarities and differences in both of their worlds, and what moments could've possibly altered the outcomes they both had. In Ethan's world, the two of them clearly... didn't end up together, and there was the literal end of the world. In Elena's world, they did end up together, and no such apocalypse has occurred -- though now she will be highly paranoid about it. If she even remembers what they have discussed once she is sent back through the door. There are a lot of what ifs here, and she doesn't know that she has any satisfying answers.

She purses her lips together again and kicks his stool from underneath the table, though there's a laugh in spite of herself. Elena takes another shot, and she is now effectively feeling it. It's not as though she can handle a whole lot of liquor. "It was incredible sex," she agrees with him, because it was. "You were incredible," she adds softly, smiling at him from her spot before she kicks at his stool again. You are so incorrigible sometimes, Ethan.

Though that happens to be one of the things she loves about him so, y'know. Acceptable. "You would really find it acceptable if I had used you only for your body?" Elena asks with amusement, propping her elbows against the table and leaning forward before she shakes her head. "I wouldn't be with someone I wasn't in love with. It's love, Ethan."

Another beat. "And great sex." That may just be the alcohol talking. Or is it~?