“That’s been true of most of my life,” she points out, the nips at his lower lip, teeth grazing skin. They both know what she’s spent most of her life trying to do, what she’s been looking for.

She would never call it a mistake. She still wants to destroy the TVA, but she’d meant what she’d said; the right choice, the better choice was him.

“I must really like you to let you do the driving,” she says, hands moving up his back, one palm on the back of his neck.