Timeless

q.

I chuckled and shrugged. "When I woke up, nothing added up, I felt hungover even though I wasn't, I was somewhere else than I'd fallen asleep, and then there was this guy who looked like you and I just had to check if I was just dreaming.."

"This guy who looked like me?" He asked amused.

"Well yeah. Until you woke up I was convinced that it's impossible for us to be in the same room, so..."

"That makes sense, okay. I agree actually. And somehow I'm still not quite convinced that it's real."

I nodded in agreement. "That makes two of us. But at least this is your life, this is all your stuff and your friends are out there..." I trailed off and shrugged.

He pulled me into a hug again. "You're right.. I didn't consider that, I'm sorry. I was just so happy that you're here that I completely forgot to consider what that means for you."

I hugged him back and just nodded a little.

"I promise you're not alone though. I hope it's okay to consider you a really good friend, and I'd never let a really good friend like you be stranded on your own."

"I'd say you don't have to do that, but actually..."

"... I kind of do." He nodded a little in agreement. "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here, so I want to take care of you."

I smiled a little and looked up at him. "Thank you. I appreciate it. I'm sorry I'm being so unenthusiastic about this."

"It's a lot to take in, I get that completely. But you're not alone. Okay?"

I nodded a little. "I know. And I am excited that instead of having to settle for messaging you I can actually talk to you."

"I know," he agreed, smiling widely. "We've been talking - or rather writing - for two months but we still have so much to talk about."

"Yes, we really do." I smiled back at him, slowly getting back into my good mood.

"But first things first. Do you want any breakfast?"

I nodded. "That sounds good..."

"Do you still want to be healthy for breakfast?" He asked with a smirk and let go of me, starting to walk towards the door of the bedroom.

Chuckling, I followed him. He actually remembered that. "Normally I'd say yes, but I've kind of had a rough night and morning, so any good food will do. I don't know what you have. Hell, I don't even know what kind of breakfast you people normally have."

"You people?" He asked slightly amused as he walked out into the hallway with me close behind him.

"Well yeah. I mean, this is all kind of old-fashioned," I told him, gesturing around his flat.

"Old-fashioned?" He chuckled. "It's funny how our definitions of old-fashioned are so different. My furniture isn't old-fashioned by my standards."

I followed him into the kitchen. "Well, you've seen what my flat looks like, at least partly. The few 'old' pieces I have are from the 60s and 70s..." I kept looking around curiously.

"The 60s, how out of date," he teased, going over to what seemed to be the radio before he fiddled with a few buttons until there were sounds coming from it.

"Oh be quiet." I smiled at him, shaking my head. "That would be like you having something from the 20s."

He looked at me for a moment and nodded. "All right, I get your point. But you'll get used to this, but it's not all that bad. I promise. Now. I have cereal and milk, so ... we could have that. And I can make tea."

"Ah, tea, one thing that never changes." I chuckled and watched him curiously.

Brian smiled widely at me. "I'm glad I can give you something familiar."

"Your voice is something familiar too, luckily. You're not a stranger. It's a weird mix. We've been talking for months, but still it's the first time we're seeing each other in person."

"I know what you mean.. it's a strange mix of wanting to treat you like an old friend and..."

I sat down at the table and looked up at him. "And feeling a little shy because it is the first time we're seeing each other in person?"

"Yes," he agreed eagerly. "Exactly. See, this is why we get along so well."

I chuckled and nodded. "Probably. I'm glad it is this way though.."

"Me too, believe me. You know, it's been a long time since I've made someone breakfast, so forgive me if this is awful..." He smiled at me and placed a bowl and mug in front of me.

I smiled back at him and shook my head. "Don't worry. It's food, I'm going to like it because I'm hungry."

He chuckled and sat across from me with his own breakfast. "Okay. But I still don't want this to be the worst breakfast you've ever had..."

"It won't be, don't worry. I've had someone serve me fried black pudding with syrup for breakfast. That will always count as the worst breakfast I've ever had - or well, not had because I refused to eat that."

"Ew, that's disgusting," he said, wrinkling his nose. "I never got people who eat black pudding, because it's cooked blood and that's.. -"

"Not something you'd want to eat," I agreed with him. "And especially not for breakfast. Someone people are just crazy. Sadly I discovered his strange taste in food after I'd slept with him. He seemed perfectly fine before."

"I hope you didn't sleep with him again," Brian said, looking at me slightly amused.

"Oh no, definitely not." I shuddered a little and shook my head. "Anyway. My point is, this is definitely not going to be the worst breakfast ever."

He chuckled and nodded. "Okay, that's good, that takes the pressure away a little. I hope you enjoy your breakfast. If you want or need anything else, feel free to tell me."

"I will, I promise." I smiled widely at him. "Thank you..."

"Anytime, Mira, anytime."

Hearing him say my name was still so wonderful...