"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I wish we'd had enough time."

"Yeah."

"We thought we had forever, we wasted it so much - you could have dropped on us a hundred years sooner -"

"Would've been nice. Could've been stronger, when everything went down."

"Could've already done it - thirty thousand years..."

"Oh, beloved."

"I'm sorry. I know it's not helpful."

"You do what you need to do."

He kisses her.

She melts into it for about five seconds before abruptly remembering his brother's in the room.

"Moryo, shoo."

Now his brother is not in the room.

Someday I will be able to reliably hold a conversation with you in the room without getting distracted, she snorts.

Sorry, wasn't paying attention, what'd you just say?

...kisses.

She giggles. I'll tell you when we're less distracted, dearheart. Kisses.

Okay.

They will not be less distracted for a while.

It's a really good thing Elves are so good at soundproofing things.

It's a really good thing he has his wife back.

Also true.

Everything is really good, except all of history.

And several persistent effects thereof. Which they shall not be thinking about. Because distracted.

Yes, that.

This is probably not the world's healthiest coping mechanism but it works and they'd be doing it anyway, so.

Unhealthy coping mechanism what unhealthy coping mechanism. He has his wife back. Forever.