He sighed, wondering if he was allowed to magic it and decided that he wouldn't for now. Before - it was just - it didn't matter if that world collapsed - because it was anyway, with all the brain eating creatures.


"Yes." A pause. "Do you still like creme brûlée?" There was a faint tear in his eye, as he remembered certain things, the weight of her hand in his, and what it felt like. What her skin felt like against his. Maybe not his Christine, but similar enough. He would not beg for more favors.