Mary Margaret looked at him for a long second, as though maybe she couldn't figure out why. Why she'd said his name, or why he'd been there, in the middle of the night, after his terrible ordeal. Why he still was, standing there, on the street, still so....right.

Taller, even a little lost, but like maybe he found something. And hadn't even thought to keep it to himself. Even today, especially today.




Maybe she really did need to lay down.



She gave him an slightly better attempt at a smile, even still faltered and wet, and nodded, even as her hand settled on the door knob, "Thank you."