"Mm. If we drank all the wine in them, that might be why my memory's a bit foggy."

She relaxes slowly into his touch, the familiar comfort of his presence. Her hand drifts up to curl at the base of his skull, fingers threading through his hair, scraching lightly against his scalp.

"A chance to do right by each other, sort some of our shit out before getting tossed back into our own lives?" She smiles, brief and flickering. "That might actually be worth the aliens."