aaron and reese + “just… come back alive, okay?” :D
sometimes aaron hates that she’s the only one who knows the end of this story. reese will die. that’s what written on the torn-out page of the prophecy book she keeps in the box underneath her bed, along with the other books she’d stolen from the museum.
“you want pizza?” reese asks. “i’ll buy.”
“no you won’t,” aaron says. “i have a fuckton more money than you. let me give you the cash.”
“don’t be an asshole. i can buy a pizza without your help. we’re already drinking your drinks. i don’t need your charity.”
“i’m just being a good host,” aaron says.
“i can buy the pizza,” reese repeats. she tugs her coat on, not that she needs it – with supernatural strength comes supernatural resistance to cold weather – and heads to the door of aaron’s apartment. “i’ll be back in a few minutes,” she says as she leaves.
aaron watches reese go and slumps into the couch as soon as the door is closed behind her. she can practically feel time ticking; the day drawing nearer.
“just. come back alive, okay?” the words echo back at her in the empty loft, and suddenly, aaron feels very, very alone.