Good. Good, familiar patterns that had remained the same from when they'd first done this and he'd been certain that the two of them wouldn't last the hour out. His arm around her, her resting her cheek against him. It might have been any other night in their relationship if it hadn't been for the whirling that was going through her head.
What did he want to do about Lily? For Martha, that was the important bit. She could deal with Lily being here, being a part of her extended life, with seeing her and speaking with her as long as she knew that Lily Potter wasn't what Severus Snape wanted any longer. Yes, she remembered sitting in a closet in a world where he was a chef and she was a bounty hunter (and Molly was five. Bloody hell, she missed Molly.) "I want this life." But did he when there was the chance for the other one?
Even if there wasn't a chance for another one, given Lily and everything else?
But he was telling her a story by recounting memories, and Martha loved that. As soon as he mentioned a green swimsuit Martha saw a small bikini in her mind that definitely never would see water. It made her smile to imagine it. "Never saw water, huh?" In her head she added it to black dresses and stockings and garter belts and robes; it made sense really.
They had been quite happy, save for the fact that their going home was in contention, but she wasn't focusing on that. However, the 'were' made her worry, past tenses weren't something she wanted to think in right now. "We'll find our footing again," she said, mirroring what he'd said to her not very long ago in her mind, but was probably much more distant in his.
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What did he want to do about Lily? For Martha, that was the important bit. She could deal with Lily being here, being a part of her extended life, with seeing her and speaking with her as long as she knew that Lily Potter wasn't what Severus Snape wanted any longer. Yes, she remembered sitting in a closet in a world where he was a chef and she was a bounty hunter (and Molly was five. Bloody hell, she missed Molly.) "I want this life." But did he when there was the chance for the other one?
Even if there wasn't a chance for another one, given Lily and everything else?
But he was telling her a story by recounting memories, and Martha loved that. As soon as he mentioned a green swimsuit Martha saw a small bikini in her mind that definitely never would see water. It made her smile to imagine it. "Never saw water, huh?" In her head she added it to black dresses and stockings and garter belts and robes; it made sense really.
They had been quite happy, save for the fact that their going home was in contention, but she wasn't focusing on that. However, the 'were' made her worry, past tenses weren't something she wanted to think in right now. "We'll find our footing again," she said, mirroring what he'd said to her not very long ago in her mind, but was probably much more distant in his.