We are back together. And I wouldn't have it any other way. He lets me go to my room and cry, leaving me to myself but promising to come in at a moment's notice. So I just sit on my bed and try to calm down.
I'm home. I'm home. I'm safe, not back there where the old me died. I don't even remember what it was like to be her.
"Habit?" I croak. He comes in. "Why did you leave me behind? Why did you take me back there after what we did?"
"I thought that was what was best for you, y/n. I thought that you'd be safer without us. Without ... me."
"But we weren't. Why would we be?" I ask. "I thought I made it clear to you how I felt."
"Y/n, look at me. I'm not good enough for you. I'm a fuckin' demon, for God's sake. You really want to be here with me?"
"Yes, I do," I say. "I don't have a home where I did before. Because this place, you guys, are my home. Habit, I choose you. And I'd choose you a thousand times over. I love you."
"But why me?" he asks.
"I dunno, maybe I'm just crazy, but I do know that I need you as much as you need me. We need each other, and that's how it's supposed to be."
I walk over to him and see something I've never seen before. He's crying. Habit is crying, tears falling down his cheeks and everything.
"I just need to know you choose me too."
"Of course I do, y/n. I love you."
"Then there's nothing that can stop us, is there?" I ask.
He looks at me. "You're all I have left."
"Well, not counting Evan." I smile a little. "But don't worry. We can get through this. Together. I know we can."
"If you're done with the Hallmark moment," drawls Firebrand from behind us, "I have something to show you."
