There is no answering those what ifs. No way for them to know the many different factors that could have resulted in the differences so it is best to answer it with drinking. He really, really likes that way of answering it personally, because there aren't any answers anyway so sometimes it just helps to numb the asking. He doesn't know why things turned out the way they did for him and for his Elena, but he can't help but feel some joy that there is a version of them that do end up together, that maybe won't have to say goodbye forever.

Ethan laughs when she kicks his stool, and his elbows rest against the top of the bar as he looks over at her with a smile that widens when she agrees with him. "I am certain you were incredible yourself," he says softly. "It takes two." To have sex. But then he is laughing when she kicks at his stool again, and he taps her foot with his own. He is very, very incorrigible. It's true.

May he never change when it comes to that (though he will change in many, many ways after he heads through that door, but that's for later, not right now). "I am easy that way, and I assume there was no time for me to confess my feelings for you in the middle of all that sex having. Then when I did after and if you didn't feel the same, the sex would be too amazing to resist," he says with that mischievous, charming smile, but he nods softly at her answer. "I'm really happy there's a version of us that's... that gets to be together."

Then he laughs again, toasting her drink with his own. "I will drink to that, to great sex and love. I'm happy for you... and me. Other me. This is... odd."