I've been a ninja my whole life. I could use a change of pace.

[Fatima brushes her lips against his and goes back to running her fingers through his hair.

The whole idea of a future is going to haunt her. Which is a terrible thing, really. Even if they had the world at the multiverse at their feet, there wouldn't be one. She would have to go home. And he would want to go to his own.

To his brother.

Which brings all of her concerns full-circle, really.

With a hard swallow, she lets her fingers trail down the side of his neck, tracing the shapes of the newest hickeys she's given him.]

It wasn't lame. What you said to me. It was actually probably the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.