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As Mot spoke, Hel found herself nodding her head vigorously in agreement. “Ya!” She cried excitedly, slamming a fist on the table enthusiastically and then pointing at Mot. “I agree with that! What you just said right there! I do think we are attracted to others who have similar qualities to ours…but we are also attracted to others who do not!” She was just…unbelievably excited to hear that. She had always wondered how two contradictory statements could be uttered, but Mot embraced both of them.

The ghoul went back to cupping both hands around the cup, and nodded her head some more. “Ya! I think it is a good thing…” She trailed off, tilting her head as she listened to the boil…and then…

B’awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

That made so many past painful encounters worth it. Hel’s expression softened, and if she was a lesser ghoul, she might have started tearing up. Maybe. “…Heh…even if I make you uncomfortable and I am tiring to you?” She couldn’t help but ask. Some things…they kind of stuck with her.

Well, if anything, Hel was very much reminded why she had fallen for Mot in the first place. Because while he did say some stuff to flatter, or to avoid conflict, in between those times were times like this, where he really did mean what he said. Hel felt a lot of those little insecurities and worries she’d been carrying around deep down fade away. If Hel was a lesser ghoul, she would probably have been crying right now from how emotional she felt, but because this was Hel, and she rarely cried, she just stared at the grim with a happily lidded gaze and a wide, content smile.

She then placed her cup down, and slid under the table…

Only to reappear on Mot’s side where she threw her arms around his slim waist and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Mot.” She uttered, her tone, while not choked up, was full of the gratitude that she felt. “I truly appreciate that.” She just kept on hugging onto the boil. “…I mean…I really, really, really do! I hope I can convey to you…how…how happy that makes me to hear that from you…because…I mean…my sister accepts me for who I am and what I do unconditionally because she is my sister…but she never says what you said…that she is…happy for me, even if she does not like him…so to hear you say that…I…I just feel really happy.”

Mot…were you trying to make Hel cry? You were putting up a very good fight.

“Bah, you do not always have to try Mot…” Hel assured, grinning up at him. “I do not always deserve it, this I know.” He said sorry, and that he’d try harder…and that was all she needed to hear. Goodness, they were having such a touching moment! Hel could tell by the way a happy feeling bubbling and welling up in her chest. She was quiet for a moment. “…That…was all I ever wanted.” She informed him. “…Just…trying.” She laughed a bit, and didn’t release her hold on him.

“Despite what we went through, coming out on the other side of it now…I am thankful for the journey you and I have gone on together. It came to an end, and now we are starting a new one…and I am very happy and grateful for the experiences and for what you continue to teach me. I am still rude, brash, stubborn and all those other big words I do not care for but…thanks to you, I have learned that not everyone can fight the way I do, and that others have strengths else where…and just because their beliefs differ from mine, it does not mean they are any less than me…” She paused, and her nose wrinkled.

“I think I am a bit more considerate too…to those I care about.” She removed one arm from him, and showed him her thumb and forefinger, barely apart from another. “Just a bit, because of you. I also learned from you…that speaking to others about how you feel…being open and honest and addressing the problem now rather than later is the correct path.”

Hel thought about that, and she really liked it. “RIGHT!” Hel cheered, and nodded her head. “Ya. I think we are too.” She then laughed, and leaned up to press a kiss to his forehead. “To many, many, many more years!” The ghoul agreed. “Someone has got to support that back of yours. Mine is firm enough for the both of us!” She laughed again, and squeezed him.

“Hey Mot. Can I be the best man at your wedding?” She then waggled her brows at him and grinned, waiting.

“Booyaka!” Hel cheered, pumping a fist into the air. She held onto the reaper for a bit longer before she released him, but stayed sitting next to him. She pulled her hot chocolate over to her, and took a sip.

“Also, name your first born after me too.” She informed him matter-of-factly.

“I secured my spot as the best man, I suppose I shall let you name your first born whatever you want.” Hel replied haughtily, as if she was doing Mot a great favor and being very generous. She kept up this air, and then her lips split into a grin, and she started to laugh.

It felt good.

She quieted after a few moments, thoughtful, and took another sip of her hot chocolate. “…Hey, Mot?” Hel paused. “…Can I ask you something?” It sounded uncertain.

“Ah…” Hel opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She closed it, and stared hard at her cup with her brows furrowed. She was quiet for a long moment before she shook her head. “…Never mind. I am not even entirely certain what I want to ask…and I probably just need to…go straight to the source anyways…” Hel drummed her fingers on the table top.

“…I just…Oh…I do not know.” She laughed again. “I am just being stupid.”

Hel laughed, and then rubbed the back of her neck. “Ack, I apologize…you are right! Those are the worst…and I would hate it if someone did that to me…ah…no…it does not…I mean…in a way I guess…but you are not the center? Ah…” Hel’s brows furrowed and she scooted even closer to Mot until she was pressed up against his side, because she wanted to speak softly.

Hel sighed, and she drummed her fingers on the table again. “…Earlier, when you said you were happy for me…I found it a bit amusing as well…because the way you spoke…it was like you were saying Mac and I were…an item? But ah…we are not? I mean…just friends…right now? But…Gah…” Hel’s head flopped onto a hand and she looked over at Mot. “I am a bit lost, admittedly. I think…” She pressed her other hand against her chest. “…I think I feel something…and…I do not think…sex is clouding it…but…is…it right…is it wrong to feel something? I do not know, Mot…I feel…lost right now when I think too hard about…those matters. Which is why I think going straight to the source and laying it all on the table would settle matters but ah…I do not know.” She shrugged, and looked at Mot a bit exasperatedly. “I do not know.”