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Michelle wakes up in Tony's arms and holds him closer for a moment. She feels his breath against her skin, the way his head rests against hers, and she thinks that she's going to miss him.

She doesn't want to let him go, but she knows that she has to - knows that things have to happen in a certain order, in a certain way.

It's only about a month for me, that's not too long, I can be without him for a month...

He said he's leaving today. Which means that he's leaving. She doesn't let herself really think about the future.

She takes a breath, willing herself not to cry, because there's nothing to cry over. They have a future together, they just need to live through the next month apart. Jack is going back to certain death, compared to that, this is a minor sacrifice.

But she wishes that it didn't hurt so much.

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She smiles too, "But this was the first one."

He looks down for a moment. “You know…this matchbook…there’s room in here for something other than matches. Not something big but…a little thing to remember you by.”

She looks around for a moment and then remembers something in her bag.

She thinks it should fit in the matchbook.

She'd had extra copies of her key made a few days before coming here, one to give to a neighbor in case of emergency. But she'd never found time to drop it off.

Now, she hands him the key. "I hope that'll fit."

A key?

“If I take out some of the matches, yeah.” He walks over to the nightstand where the matchbook is, opening the book and removing the first row of matches. He places the key across the bottom row and closes the book with some difficulty.

“Not a perfect fit, but it works.” He looks at her. “What’s this the key to?”

"My home," she walks over and places her hand on his upper back. "If you ever feel lost, just remember that this is only temporary."

He looks at her and nods. “All right,” then leans over to kiss her. “Thanks.”

She kisses him back, not wanting to pull away but knowing that if she doesn't they'll never leave the room.

And Tony would want nothing more than to stay in this room with her forever if that didn’t mean delaying an even better future. Still, he places his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, kissing her deeply, his tongue parting her lips in a fruitless effort not to let go though he knows he can’t have her again for many months.

Would he find himself standing at her door with the key, not willing to knock or open it? Would he be too afraid to admit he was lost? Would he push her away again, get wrapped up in the act of not knowing the future and forget her? Or would he find himself at her house before it was time, begging her to let him in because he couldn’t stand the act anymore?

Michelle lets herself enjoy this for a few more moments, running her fingers through his hair, sliding her hand down to his neck.

But, she has to be the logical one. The strong one.

She pulls away with a weak and apologetic smile.

He allows himself a few moments to catch his breath and feel the disappointment of that moment ending, his forehead resting against hers.

“We should go downstairs now.”

She takes a shaky breath and lets it out, pulling away but holding onto his hand.

"Okay."

He nods, picks up a letter he left on the nightstand, then looks back to Michelle. "You ready?"

She squeezes his hand as an answer.

It's better that he leaves now, but at least she knows he's going back to his sister and San Francisco and so he'll be okay.

Ah, I wouldn't be too sure about that...but Tony doesn't know, either, so, Michelle's hand in his, they begin to go downstairs

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