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We should be able to take the entire cart inside. I'll just need to see the lock.

[ As she remembers, it is a code-based padlock - and the code has not changed, either. In fact, it's likely been unused in several years, as it takes some effort to maneuver and unlock at all.

With a grunt, she fights the door's wheels to get rolling, but once she gets it far enough, she'll wave William through with a puff of breath. ]

[ Good, he thinks. Best to keep as out of sight as possible, that includes the horses. And perhaps the animals will stay a bit warmer being out of the cold wind outside. Once he has them settled, he briefly looks around the warehouse, surveying its contents. What's more important, though, is where they can huddle up for the night and attempt to get some rest. ]

I will get out the blankets. We will certainly need them, tonight.

[ There are several old boxes coated in dust, but nothing very spectacular. Grell seems intent on poking through them, though. ]

That would be perfect, darling.

[ She calls to him quietly whilst she rummages-- and a few minutes later, returns with a few crate lids. Stacking them on top of one another, she dusts off her hands, meeting William's gaze in passing. ]

You know, for a fire.

I suppose we must.

[ While she gets the fire going, William will spread a few blankets on the floor to act as makeshift bedding. ]

I think a motel bed will be rather welcome after tonight.

[ He's certain he'll regret choosing to go into work after a night spent sleeping on the floor. ]

Perhaps we will treat ourselves to a decent one.

[ While preparing the bedding, he might come across the dress that he had made for her, wrapped up as neatly and tightly as she could manage.

Grell flushes with a guilty little smile. ]

Sorry. I thought you would scold me for wanting to bring it.

[ He does pause upon finding it, but not because he wishes to reprimand her. Instead, he breathes a rather pleased sigh. ]

I am glad you did. I'd thought if I reminded you of it, you'd become upset about not being able to fit it in the luggage. You've obviously proven me wrong.

[ He leaves it where it is, settling himself as comfortably as he can on the blankets. ]

You looked beautiful in it. I should hope you'll get to wear it again, even if it is only for me.

[ Easing, he smile widens. ]

The petticoats will need to be replaced, is all.

[ Lowering herself onto the blankets, she briefly pauses to remove her shoes before crawling over to his side. ]

When they are, I will save it for something truly special.

Perhaps my debut at the Royal Opera in Versailles.

[ He doesn't sound entirely confident that he'll achieve that, but he may as well allow himself to dream aloud. ]

[ With a playfully delighted little gasp, she leans over him, an arm on either side. ]

Now, I like the sound of that.

[ She leans in for a kiss. ]

It's perfect.

[ She takes him a bit by surprise, suddenly being so close. He blinks after she kisses him, then proceeds to clear his throat and adjust his glasses as a distraction from his awkward reaction. ]

I will play in the orchestra while you act upon the stage.

[ That gets a chuckle out of her. Watching him speak, she traces her thumb along his cheek, love warming her features. ]

We'll never miss one another's performances! What a dream.

It may be difficult to concentrate for both of us. Certainly we'll want to watch one another perform.

[ He's regained his composure, features relaxing as she caresses his cheek. ]

We will see one another recite so many times, we will be able to close our eyes at any given moment and guess precisely how the other looks and moves.

[ Her caress follows the curve of his jaw until she comes to his mouth, her fingertips tracing its contour. ]

An inspiration then, instead.

[ His eyes drift shut at her description, focusing on the softness of her fingertip as they explore along his jaw. ]

Absolutely. Truly, all we could ever need we'll find in each other. Always.

[ And she'll lean in for another kiss, allowing him to feel her lips, instead. ]

[ He hums in agreement, only getting his words out between their soft kisses. ]

I am so grateful to have found you.

[ Words that earn a quiet, happy sigh. ]

As am I, Will. I've lived more in this past year than I have all my life prior. I'd do it again, if I had to.

That shouldn't ever be the case. At least, I won't allow it to be.

[ They should be freezing, considering the cold night outside, but having her right next to him is enough warmth that he hardly notices the cold. ]

[ She smiles, shifting to lay down beside him, and finding his hand to hold. ]

I love you.

I know. And I love you, as well.

[ He squeezes her hand, shifting to his side so he can see her properly. ]

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[ Her smile falters just so. ]

Thank you for continuing to stay by me, despite the mess I've gotten us into.

[ He nods, eyes drifting to stare at nothing in particular in the background. He's silent for a bit. ]

How are you feeling? Mentally.

[ His silence makes her uneasy. She hopes that he isn't thinking twice about it, now. ]

I can't stop thinking about it. But not for the reasons I should. [ Grell starts, quietly. ] I don't feel guilty for taking his life. The only regret I feel is how it's impacted ours.

We have both been surprisingly calm about the situation. Which I am not sure is a good thing.

[ His brow furrows as he thinks back on the sight. ]

[ Wearily watching his features, she seems a bit more optimistic when taking in his words. ]

You're faring well, then?