She'd thought of a thousand questions to ask him, stuff that really had to be asked on the drive over. There were also the questions she should be asking herself, like why she kept following him instead of peeling off in another direction and finding somewhere to breathe. There was no inescapable pull at that distance. She just couldn't, it wasn't any worse than leaving altogether and that's what she was doing. That's what she kept telling herself.

Except she knew what that pull meant, how he was deep ending again and the fact that she didn't know why and didn't care was probably going to be about regret the next day, which, fine. So be it. You needed things sometimes.

By the time they were in the elevator, she'd already stopped herself from stuttering her questions a hundred times, because she was on the arm and under the lips of the most delicious vortex she'd ever experienced. It was perfect and it was quiet. And if her mind hadn't always fought for the control it had she wouldn't have been able to withstand it for even a second, but as it was she couldn't stop herself, just once.

"Thomas-" Her voice was weak and wanting, not like Alice at all, but she was begging for several things at once in one name. "What happened, just tell me please, what happened?" Don't, though, just shut up and pull me harder and deeper.