Prompt Collection

She stood outside of the apartment, hands tightly clasped behind her back. Her stance was military rest, even as she rang the doorbell.

The door swung open.

He was out of armor, and she stared, almost unable to believe her eyes.

“York,” she said, voice even.

He stared at her. “You–you’re–”

“Yes,” she said, cutting him off.

He started to raise his hand, as if to touch her, but it fell to his side almost as quickly as it had moved.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out.

He stared at her as if she had grown a second head. “What?”

“I should have–I should have listened, I should have–”

“Hey!” He finally moved, taking her hand. She stared at him.

“What happened doesn’t change anything.” He grinned at her. “It’d take more than that to get rid of me.”