[It gives her a bit of hope too - maybe the plan's a bit flawed for other people, the ones who don't have time to change anything but the things she learned about home? If she can remember them and go back, maybe she can do something to stop that from happening too. Maybe Clay and Lucy were different ones than her timeline's, maybe... maybe it's not time to think too hard on it and just embrace this huge swell of joy in her chest by wrapping her arms around him and returning the kiss just as sloppy and just as passionate as he gives it to her.
There's no hair to grab she realizes while her fingers brush through shorter strands. But there are still muscles to run her fingertips over, starting with the slope of his broad shoulders down to the dip of his back. Oh and were you thinking her legs would just part, one knee bending with a heel to the bedding? You'd be correct, sir. Very, very correct.]