"Guess even the universe knows you've got a thing for red heads."

There's an easy, well worn familiarity to the way she says it. Something she's teased his other self with time and again. Particularly when she puts on a risque dress that leaves him looking gobsmacked.

The pads of her fingers brush against his scalp as she lets her fingers glide through his hair. It's weird. Finding him - a version of him - again after all this time. Being on a world parallel to her own. Even if it just ends up being a night, maybe she can let herself have this. Worry about consequences in the morning.

"I'll stay."