The kiss was just as Pyrrhus remembered. The way she smelled, like makeup and lighter fluid... he started to run his fingers through her hair but remembered that there might still be some metal in it. He thought that he'd gotten over her, but there was something about her that came rushing back to him when he saw her again. He really hadn't intended it to go this far, but something about the moment felt right. The fire, the solitude, it was as if the stars had re-aligned to that first night all over again. It was almost as if they'd never been apart.