"Why are you making that face?" Church asks, his breathing still a little heavy. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, then moves to push his sweaty hair away from his forehead. This ... wasn't what he expected when he stumbled out from the Ingress. This definitely wasn't what he expected when he got a text from her. But he's not going to complain. He's just happy to have her, happy to know she's alive and happy (he thinks, at least).

He doesn't have any deep, poetic thoughts. His brain's still a little too fried for that. All he knows is that he's so fucking grateful that they're together again. That they're alive and able to reconnect. Really get to know each other without barriers, without Omega, without the Human-Covenant war, without Project fucking Freelancer. It's just her.

Of course, the Moira will bring its own set of problems, he's not an idiot. He knows shit isn't going to be perfect. But ... it's new. Something for them to tackle together. Together.