The Boy from the Bunker - Season 3

Episode Six, Part 2:

Episode Six, Part 2:
N e v e r   L o s e   Y o u  //
L o v e   I s   N o t   E n o u g h

When the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case, 
I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love. 

Sol leaned up against the door, exhaling as weighed up the consequences of leaving Wynn alone with Lyra. Bas had raised crucial details that Sol had missed: she hadn't considered the effect Lyra's return would have on Harlow, and everyone else for that matter. As guilt began to eat away at her, someone wandered over.

"You doing alright?" Noah asked, grabbing onto her hands and pulling her close to him.

Sol quickly let go of him, trying to establish a distance between them, to which he didn't understand why.

"It's one thing for us to be working together to try and unite peace. I don't want to hurt anyone. I can't let my people see us like this."

"Your people aren't allowed inside the Quarters. Besides, you are my peace."

Sol looked up at him, searching to see if he was serious, rolling her eyes playfully.

"You're ridiculous." She scoffed. "That's the cringey-est thing you've ever said."

Noah smiled, grabbing onto only one of her hands this time, like some sort of compromise. "I know, but I made you laugh. How were things in there?" He motioned to the door behind her. "Just as bad as earlier?"

Sol nodded. "Yeah. Or worse, if that's possible. I should have been more careful."

"You can't hold yourself accountable for how she has hurt the people that love her. Besides, they'll see it was the right thing - you bringing her back here - when they find Elara and Kodiak."

Sol sighed. "I'm trying to tell myself that. I hope we get to them on time. Before anything happens that can't be undone."

Noah smiled sympathetically, leaning down towards her. His thumb grazed under her chin, tilting her face upwards as he kissed her softly.

Sol let herself dissolve in the moment, feeling the anxiety and unease part from her for only a moment.

She could hear the door open behind her, hurrying to pull away, a strange sense of guilt taking place as Wynn looked up at them , awkwardly shifting his eyes elsewhere.

"How did it go?" Sol asked concerned, wiping the trace of Noah away from her lips.

Wynn wanted to tell her, but he couldn't find the strength to. His lips trembled, eyes blinking back a wave of tears, and he squeezed past the two of them to retreat down the hall.

"Wynn!" Sol called after him, hoping he would stop in his tracks.

"River, it's not your fault-"

"No, I have to follow him." She muttered, pushing Noah's hands away as she hurried after Wynn, desperate to catch up before she lost his trail.

"Wynn!" The Sovereign called again, jogging down the hallway. She reached her hand out, gripping onto his shoulder, spinning him around.

She was overwhelmed by the sight she saw: not expecting him to look so distraught. So heartbroken.

Without a beat, Sol opened the door closest to them, walking inside knowing he would follow. Once they were alone, and the door shut behind them, she turned to face her friend,praying he would unburden everything off of his chest.