So, Ava and I talked and we decided to post the conversation here for all our friends and family to see. Yes, that's you guys.
Me: How's Cynthia doing?
Ava: Biting. -she rubs her right forearm- I think she's still...well, under His control. You?
Me: Hmmm? Oh, I'm fine, all things considered. Just getting used to being human again. I am probably the first person who has ever had to say that.
Ava: Oh really? Millions of billions of years and you're the only one? Hehehe. At least you can look at lights now, huh?
Me: Yeah...-an awkard silence- Why me, Ava?
Ava: ...why you, what?
Me: Come on, Ava, you know what I mean. Why did you pick me?
Ava: I...I'm not even sure I know, myself. You're just...urgh. Do you have any idea how hard this is?
Me: Yes, I do, actually.
Ava: I though you were dead, berk. You know what I mean.
Me: I guess.
Ava: You're...my equal. I have literally NEVER come across an equal as....YOU as you. I've happened across people I consider equal, of course I have, but...they lacked....well, they lacked the youness.
Me: So, you picked me because I'm...me?
Ava: ....yes. You're not exactly easy to come across you know. And before you say it, I know. I know how stupid this is, and I know how singularly odd it is also.
Me: It's not stupid.
Me: It's not stupid, Ava.
Ava: Nyu-huh. Right. It's NOT stupid for me to fall in love with, basically, a sixy year old man in a seventeen year old's body. Who was also going to be married and has a forty year old daughter. Oh yeah. That's totally sane.
Me: Ava, I can't really be said to have matured normally. I'm emotionally thirty, at most.
Ava: -she snorts- Mhmm. Soooo much better.
Me: You're not exactly emotionally your age either, Ava. The gap isn't as big as you're making it out to be.
Ava: ...yes. Well. I know that. Hence the fact that you need to understand that I'm not exactly just being a teenager on Valentine's day.
Me: I know that, Ava.
Ava: So I'm not exactly taking anything back.
Me: I wouldn't want you to.
Ava: I meant it then and I mean it now. -another awkard silence-
Me: I'm gonna be brutally honest with you here. I'm afraid to love you, Ava. If I let myself love you, then it will make losing you a hundred times worse.
Ava: ...I am so close to slapping you right now, you face should be burning in anticipation.
Me: Ava, in my defense, I don't have a lot of experience in the field of emotions.
Ava: And neither the fuck do I. But I know that I love you. And I know that I will be damned if I'm leaving your side again. You've already proven that leaving you alone ends up horribly. For both of us.
Me: I always want you at my side, Ava. That's the problem. You're in remission for terminal cancer.
Ava: ...you are actually shitting me, right?
Me: I'm just wondering will loving you now be worth mourning you later.
Ava: I've been in remission for SIX years. You could DIE at any moment thanks to your being human again. Slenderman could roll up in the night and slaughter us BOTH. I could get run over by a TRUCK. Even NORMAL people have those threats.
Me: You...you're right. You always are. Comes with the scientist territory, I guess.
Ava: Thank you. Now. What?
Me: -I get up, walk over and kiss her- I tried to make sure that I didn't do it too hard or soft.
Ava: ... -grabs me by the shirt and pulls me to her lips, only to be interrupted by a wretching noise from Cynthia- Oh for the love of fucking Christ.
Me: I love you, Ava.
Ava: Well, I certainly hope so or everthing I've said is rendered null and void and you're now just fucking with me. -she smirks-
Me: What are you smirking about?
Ava: Because I love you and you've admitted that you love me and now we have to invoke the Trope of Power Couple.
Me: It is entirely Jeff's fault that I understand what that means.
Ava: -kisses me quickly- Now. I hate to move directly from love to business, but I have to actually pay attention to the whining snotbag and notify Tony and Cathy as to how to get here. I believe you have a blog to update then? -she smirks again-
Me: Quite possibly. Do you want to post the conversation or shall I?
Ava: I'll be playing babysitter and marrige counsilor. I believe you should, sweetheart.
Me: Of course, darling.
Me: Yes, but I'm your smartarse.
Ava: Oh god. I think I may be feeling the tinges of regret on the edges of my love for you. -she snickers-
Me: Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while. Go, take care of the child, I'll update the blog.
Ava: -she blushes- I was already going, I assure you.
You can now unclench your collective arses. Yes, we're together.