Resolution

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.

Ava: But.

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.

Ava: Smartarse.

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.

Me: Wonderful.

You can now unclench your collective arses. Yes, we're together.