She was relived when he moved to the spot next to her, she wasn’t sure if she had freaked him out too much, and was worried that she’d scared him off with her unusually morbid past three years. When she rested her head on his shoulder she had been only thinking about how difficult it could’ve been for her, and didn’t even think how strange it would’ve been for him. She felt him flinch under her and almost went to apologize, but when he sunk down further, letting her get more comfortable, she took it as a good sign. She felt his breath fanning her hair, his face resting against the top of her head. She looked over his relaxed figure, happy that he didn’t seem upset about her waking him and she curled against him, just wanting some safety. She knew that nothing was going to break into the fallen plane to hurt them, she just felt more secure near him. It was a strange attraction, as if her heart was draw to his, like a magnet. Sure, she wasn’t sure if he had actually felt the same way as her, they haven’t spoken about anything other than survival, but she felt that he had some of the same feelings for her as she did for him. It just felt right.<br/><br/>When he adjusted his arm and nearly wrapped it around her, she slightly flinched, but when she reminded herself that this was Arc, the fear faded away. It was weird, how she knew that she wasn’t in danger but she still hesitated, or flinched, or hid. It was as if her brain was scarred with her previous physical interactions, and didn’t want to reopen the wound. She met his eyes, giving him a small smile and kept her gaze locked. She wasn’t sure why he was staring at her, but when he whispered her name softly, so soft she could’ve thought she imagined it, her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes flickered over his face, and to his lips for a split second. She parted her lips, keeping her eyes locked on his for a moment more before she closed the space between them, closing her eyes and placing a kiss to his lips. Her free hand slowly rose and gently held the side of his face as her lips moved rhythmically with his, this one far more intense than the last. As they moved in sync, it was filled with raw emotion, something that she’d only dreamed of feeling one day. A tear gathered in the corner of her eye as she held the kiss, not wanting to stop. His lips were soft, softer than she’d thought considering that they lived in a giant desert, and she could feel the slight stubble he had against her hand. Their last kiss was good, yes, but it was given because of the fear of death without closure, but this time, it meant something, at least to her it did.<br/><br/>She broke the kiss, only to catch her breath and opened her eyes, meeting his eyes. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to, so instead she simple pressed another small kiss to his lips before shifting and resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes. Laying with him was safe, she felt safe, and she thought that maybe he could keep the horrors of her sleep away. She placed her hand on the center of his chest, able to faintly feel his heartbeat, reminding her that this was real, and that she wasn’t imagining this. She understood her feelings for him, she knew how this kind of thing worked, and she was happy. She never though that, in a world as destructed and hateful as theirs, could anyone feel this way again. But she proved herself wrong, and would gladly continue to do so for the rest of her days if she’s could, whether it be until tomorrow, or until the end of time, he matters to her.<br/><br/>She settled against his body, curling her body against him and wiped the tear marks from her cheeks. “Goodnight, Arc...” she whispered softly, sighing out “thank you.”