[For a moment, he's lost. Lost in his own head, lost in memories he'd rather forget. He's not stuck in an elevator with the dead love of his life, he's seventeen and fighting a battle he never should have had to fight, watching the girl he loved, first loved, still loved, die all over again.
He's leaned up against the wall, eyes on the floor and so...stuck in his own mess in his head he doesn't even notice when she walks over and stops in front of him. Her fingers wrapping around his is what pulls him back to this, back to now, and there's the slightest intake of breath as his eyes slide from their joined hands up to her eyes, shining brightly with unshed tears.
Those words... they're like pinpricks in his heart because he remembers it. With perfect clarity. His heart skips a beat and he licks his lips, nerves taking over because holy shit she's close and he's avoided this. He's avoided it for a reason. ...a reason he can't really remember now because he scent is flooding his senses and he can't focus on anything else. Just her. Her and...her words. Oh, God, she--]
What? [His voice is soft, barely a whisper because he's afraid anything louder will break this moment and he doesn't want it to ever end.]