[ her laugh is more like a sigh of relief, the dumb kind that comes with realizing that the really important thing you thought you lost was actually sitting in a really obvious spot the whole time while you were tearing apart your whole apartment trying to find it ( not that she has any experience with that... ), and her brow furrows up like she's still trying to make sense of it, but it only lasts for a short while. right up until her device buzzes in her hand, verifying that they've met up. well no, it's not the buzzing that brings her back to the moment, but the fact that tristan fucking clark is right there. right here again.

she shoves her device into her back pocket as her weight shifts forward, towards him, just this little tiny bit, but her chest feels so damn tight that it's hard to make up her mind on what she's thinking or feeling right now, let alone what she should be doing. ]

What the fuck, Clark.

[ she was just telling someone, while hopped up on whatever those damn creatures give off that make her feel like spilling every damn thought that comes to mind, how she was selfishly wishing someone would home would show up here. this feels like that. which is why it's heartbreaking and thrilling all at once. when she does finally move again, it's just her hand, the pads of two fingers lifting to faintly trace over the thin line tattooed down his throat. fuck this place. ]

I knew I'd see you again, but it was never supposed to be here. I had all these big plans of multiverse hopping until I found yours. [ her smile is a little sad, but it's still a smile, and her fingertips are just resting against his chest now ] It was going to be so epic.