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She pulled away a little to look up at him when he talked about the ice, eyes misty at best. Her chest ached for a moment as she realized how much pain she’d unintentionally caused him just by not seeking him out. She knew it was worth it——the lives of others, the safety of the population, took priority. But that didn’t mean she had ever meant or wanted to cause him pain. And for a moment she wondered if what she was doing now was fair or right. Only a moment. “ It doesn’t have to be all in your head anymore. There doesn’t need to be anything to stop us. There’s no Colonel Phillips to spy on us. There’s no war to get in our way. ” There were only her secrets between them, but she wasn’t thinking of that. “ Those dreams we made, seventy years ago, we can have them now. And why shouldn’t we? ”

"I shouldn’t have said anything." If there was one thing he’d learned, talking about his time in the ice made people incredibly uncomfortable, even more so than it did him. "What do you mean?" It was his turn to pull away from her, just slightly, to get a better look at her face. "Peggy—" he could feel his heart racing off ahead of him as his lips found hers, fond and warm. "You’ve been here for seventy years…the war never stopped it just evolved.” And that was a hard truth he had to face. “We shouldn’t because I don’t…I don’t know if I can do that now. I was twenty-three when we said that. It was—” in his mind just a few years ago. “—a lifetime ago. Are you the same person you were then?”

     Or you're not ready to be my husband? A father to my children?

She kept going back to the fact that, in seventy years, she couldn’t stop loving him. Loved other men, two or three here or there, sure. But that didn’t mean not loving him. She was beginning to think that wasn’t possible. “ Do you remember when I stole you into an empty little meeting room, and you held me almost just like this, and we talked about the Stork Club, and our wedding, our children… I’ve dreamed about that day. ” Not their dreams——those, she’d given up on ages ago——just having him near again, there to dream with and hold.

When she mentioned the room, the day, he knew exactly what she was speaking of. “It’s closed. I went there and it’s gone, Peggy.” That was three years ago, and he felt like he was missing something since then. It was like nothing he’d lived had ever happened, like it was some twisted dream. “When I crashed…I dreamed. I dreamed that we did all of that, like we lived out every moment of our life together. You’ll never know how much I wanted to go back to that ice when I found out it was all in my mind. It was my mind trying to block out the pain with something happy…least that’s what I was told.”

     She pulled away a little to look up at him when he talked about the ice, eyes misty at best. Her chest ached for a moment as she realized how much pain she'd unintentionally caused him just by not seeking him out. She knew it was worth it——the lives of others, the safety of the population, took priority. But that didn't mean she had ever meant or wanted to cause him pain. And for a moment she wondered if what she was doing now was fair or right. Only a moment. “ It doesn't have to be all in your head anymore. There doesn't need to be anything to stop us. There's no Colonel Phillips to spy on us. There's no war to get in our way. ” There were only her secrets between them, but she wasn't thinking of that. “ Those dreams we made, seventy years ago, we can have them now. And why shouldn't we? ”

And as soon as he did, she thought she might cry. She held back the tears, her free hand on his shoulder, and smiled at him. “ Better late than never. ” One tear slipped out, down her cheek, and she shook her head. “ I’m sorry. I’m being silly. I just… ” So many dreams. So many dreams she’d given up on. So much happiness she’d never thought she’d have. “ I never thought I’d hear you say that… ”

"You’re crying?" The idea of it surprised him, knowing that he’d never seen her cry, though he was sure that he’d heard her cry before his plane went there. He couldn’t be sure, though, because the radio was so muffled… As they continued to sway, he gently lifted the hand that was on her back, bringing her close to press her to his chest. "If I could do it over again—" He wouldn’t do it differently. He was needed now, whether he wanted to admit it or not. "I would have made sure we had this before. But I wasn’t about to leave my best girl without a dance."

     She kept going back to the fact that, in seventy years, she couldn't stop loving him. Loved other men, two or three here or there, sure. But that didn't mean not loving him. She was beginning to think that wasn't possible. “ Do you remember when I stole you into an empty little meeting room, and you held me almost just like this, and we talked about the Stork Club, and our wedding, our children... I've dreamed about that day. ” Not their dreams——those, she'd given up on ages ago——just having him near again, there to dream with and hold.

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