thisavrou_log | I know you were worth it

Who: Nathan Drake (

sketchycharacter) and Elena Fisher (

tearsinajar)
When: Early August
Where: The Safe Space
What: It's time for the talk.
Warnings: Some spoilers for Uncharted 4.

[Knowing this talk was coming—knowing for weeks that it would come when Elena was awake, when she was better, when they were ready to face up to all they haven't faced yet—doesn't make it any easier. When Nate checks the old journal to make sure the Polaroid is still safely tucked in its pages, he doesn't look at the subjects of the photo, and when he slides it into his messenger bag, he feels a sharp pang. This is digging up old memories that he tried to lay to rest a long time ago.

This is worth it. His marriage is worth it. Their fight had been painful for facing him with his worst losses, but also because it had confronted them with the fact that for all their supposed progress since coming back together in Yemen, they hadn't really dealt with anything that had pushed them apart in the first place. It was easier to focus on the now, thinking only of how things could be so right between them, than to take a hard look at how things had gone wrong.

Nate's not looking away anymore. He's not even blinking. (In the figurative sense. Not the literal because, well, come on.) He married Elena for a reason: he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. If they're going to get that far, dealing with the hard things is required. He'll do what it takes to make it work.

Her surgery is done and there are no immediate crises at hand, so now's the time. He'd sent her a text asking her to meet him at a particular time and place, and she'd replied, agreeing, which means there's no wiggling out of it. It occurs to him belatedly that he hadn't actually specified what he wanted to talk about, but she knows, right? She must know.

If she doesn't, well, she's about to find out. She's about to find out about a lot of things.

Nate takes a deep breath and heads out to have a talk with his wife.]

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[Their wedding kiss still ranks as their best kiss. Even after all they've been through since then, with the lows of the valleys only emphasizing the highs of the peaks, that was still the best day of Nate's life, period.

But the kiss they have in the Safe Space, lingering and intense and finally, finally in sync, is a damn close second.

Nate's grinning as he pulls away. His arms still around her and he's not inclined to remove them.]

You think we should get out of here? Because I don't think they expect these rooms to be used for making out.

[And he really wants to continue along those lines.]

[ The wedding kiss did rank at the top but then so did their very first one in the motel in Panama. It'd been a memorable evening for her that day, just her wedding day and now today. ]

We could. And I don't think that's ever stopped anyone before.

[ Words that are out there and her hands tug him back down to meet her mouth, already parting to press in for a deep embrace, just as intense as the first one. Elena couldn't help it; she's alive, she'd survived the surgery, she'd survived cryostasis, and her marriage was back on track now to feeling right again. They wouldn't look back, they only had the future to look forward to.

It was a moment worth getting in an extra kiss or three, in her opinion. She was allowed to do whatever it took to feel alive again, and that included kissing her husband until either of them absolutely needed to come up for air. ]

Well, there is a first time for everything.

[But it's not this time. Expectations be damned, he kisses her back deeply, wrapping his arms even tighter around her. It has to be a tight embrace, because everything that matters—and she is everything—nearly slipped away from him before. Whatever happens in the future, it probably won't be easy, but Nate doesn't planet to let her go ever again.

Eventually, of course, the kiss does have to end, even if it's not because some staffer has arrived to awkwardly break it up. He beams at his wife and tucks some stray hair behind her ear.]

Hey. I love you.

[ She's got a sated, content smile on her lips when he pulls back, soft, gaze lidded. She's in love with this fool and it shows. ]

I love you too. More than you'll ever know, cowboy.

[ When he tucks her hair behind her ear, it's the little gestures that he does with her that she loves the most. They're heartfelt, endearing, they make her stomach twist in a good way and Elena hopes that he'll never stop. Too bad he doesn't have any long hair for her to tuck back, all she can do it brush her fingers along his hair line, graze his temple. ]

Let's head out, see what they got to eat.

[ Or they can find some place to lay low for an hour or two. ]

[Even after they reconciled here on the Moira, before the journal showed up and things went to shit, he's been carrying around his decision to leave like a heavy weight on his shoulders, always there even when he didn't acknowledgment. Looking at her now, recognizing the love in her eyes that perfectly matches the feeling that fills up his chest, Nate feels lighter for the first time in a long while.]

Yeah. Let's go.

[He can't help himself—he leans in for one more quick kiss, a peck, and steps back to take her hand. He doesn't plan on letting go for a long, long time.]

I know you were worth it

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