In truth, the Moira was what had changed... almost everything for her. Friends, a place she called her home, a job, and the freedom to be close to people without seeing everything they had done or would do. She could actually have this conversation without seeing thousands of images of Ivan, of different places he would stand, or jackets he could have worn, or things unsaid. One timeline, no doors, no confusion.

"I'm glad it's changed, too." She wishes she could explain it more than that, but it would require more explanation than she thinks Ivan would care about-- and more secrets than she wants to reveal just yet. This is fine, this is nice. This is probably almost normal.

"But I think I'm going to start being a little more adventurous where this is concerned," she says, tapping a finger on Ivan's chest and grinning slyly. "Seems to be the right thing to do."