[That moment before she moves and grabs him toward her, when she was just...staring at him, searching for something she can't find and settling for what she feels instead, seemed to drag on forever. He didn't move, barely breathed for fear of wrecking it. He didn't notice that his grip on her hand in his had tightened, just a little and not enough to hurt, just enough to be noticed.
In that moment, however long it actually was, he feels his heartbeat pound in his chest as memories flood him. Memories about her, at the clinic that night in the rain with dog, and at the bowling alley, and a hundred other moments flying by in his mind. It makes it hard not to do anything, to just take her in his arms and hold her to make everything okay again.
But then-- she does. She grabs him and pulls him toward her and her lips are crashing over his and he just melts into it because this is as easy as breathing. His arms wind around her waist and he leans heavier against the back wall of the elevator as he pulls her closer. Yes. This was right. This was fate.]