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She’s supposed to be on her way out. Something about making peace with the choices they’ve made, how all of this has turned out, yet Echo’s lost feeling in both feet. Tony’s speaking, but she isn’t listening. Watching, yes, but she stopped listening ages ago.

Formalities always swerve their chances at being better people. That’s why he almost dropped the collar and she nearly took another last name in another state, maybe another country, where their pasts could keep up.

And muscle memory is such a bitch. One year or one hundred, they’re supposed to be different people now. He’s nearing to leave ( she should move away ) and before she can, her cheek is turning to the left and she’s catching Father Stark on the cheek with a press of her lips.

It should be innocent enough. Except when he turns to acknowledge her in passing, her lips meet his.

(An accident, but she refuses to call it a mistake.)