Mercy and Clayton
"Me too, Clay said. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "I'm really glad you're here. In my life." He didn't even want to imagine where he'd be, if he hadn't met her. Still pining after Elena, probably. Or maybe he and Elena would have worked things out. Maybe. It didn't matter. He had met Mercy, he'd fought for her, and they were a solid unit.