Yes, it really does.

Wonderful. And there's all kinds of fun directions they can take things from there.

You're wonderful, he murmurs, and not much else.

So're you, she returns, and that is the last coherently verbal communication either of them manage for at least several hours.

They are a delightful several hours.

They are! And postcoital afterglowy snuggles are delightful too.

Yeah. "Are your alts going to laugh at you."

"...Maybe, maybe not. Not sure how I'm going to explain myself to Andreth, though."

"Oh?"

"So a while back when I first met her it came out that I had a crush on an Elf and we agreed that doing anything about it would be a bad idea and I assured her it wasn't the kind of bad idea I was going to just run off and do anyway."

"Uh. Well, circumstances changed."

"I mean, yes, they did, I was definitely not going to make a move until after the war if we hadn't found Milliways, but--we still had that conversation and I'm still in bed with you, it seems potentially awkward."

"I see what you mean, yeah."

"Man, I don't even know how Fingolfin'll--oh, I don't know if you got to that bit, your brother's non-traumatized alt is planning to become Emperor of a decent chunk of multiverse?"

"I did not get to that part. That's - that's good."

"It is but it would be really nice if I got to be not the person who has to explain it to your uncle the King."

"We can make the Nelyo explain it, he'll have to do harder stuff if he wants to rule the multiverse."

"True.

I bet he and Illia and Andreth are or will be talking politics."

"Seems like a safe bet."

"I don't think I want to go downstairs."

"Isn't there a weird time effect? We might've only been gone a couple minutes."

"Plausible. We might also have been gone for weeks."

"But either way, no one can make assumptions and it's not especially likely to have been much longer if we stay in bed a while."

"Mmhm." She kisses him again.

What a good idea.