Mystique laughed softly, tightening her grip slightly. "We sound like a cliché," she said, a smile in her voice as regular thought processes slowly realised that they might be allowed to coexist with this moment. Lovers, long lost, everything you might expect to hear was said ... and maybe they deserved it.
"Are you staying here, then?" The question was soft, nearly lost as Mystique turned towards Irene's hand.