As the pressure of her head met his shoulder, Eric breathed out and closed his eyes. It was evident in the stillness of the moment just how much she completed him. He had been so busy with Macklyn, so busy fighting to survive and stay safe that he had grown careless. He saw it now. Too comfortable in a world full of danger, and the serenity offered him the focus he had been lacking. He frowned, and opened his eyes slowly to behold the sight of the city proper as it danced and twinkled in the moving water.
This version of her, the only version of her that mattered to him, had not yet met Macklyn and it was so strange that the orange-haired woman that he had saved from the Tyrannysaurus, the one that shared the same face as this one, had met Macklyn. And this one had not. So very strange. It felt like a large hole in the canvas of the present, one he needed to fill. Macklyn was wary of Peter, though. That was a problem in itself, and not a view that Eric shared at all with his mate.
Leeloo was the reason he couldn't share that ideal. The mere thought of Peter turning on him, of upsetting Lee....no, it seemed too farfetched and out of character considering what all of them had been through. Before, oh before Leeloo's death that would have been different. But now...Peter had come to console him when his double had been ripped apart and buried. Peter knew some of the story and parts of the aftermath. They had seen too much blood together to shed more because of something so petty like species.
"I like it here too," Eric replied, turning to look at Lee. "It's much better here now."
And at her question of the wall, their wall, Eric smiled warmly at her and nodded, "It is." She had chosen it and whom was he to argue with her? There were much more easily accessible walls in the limits of the city but that suggested lack of effort. The challenge was that in itself and it made the climb worth it. If she found it worthy of exerting the effort to see him, by all means he would let her.
He wouldn't tell her that they didn't need a wall anymore. He couldn't. But at least getting hold of him was easier than waiting, "You know that if you shout, I can hear you wherever you are." He had never forgotten her scent, either, and now that she was so close he would hold on to it for an eternity. The apartment he resided in still smelled like her, though it wasn't anything like this.