This is Going to Hurt, Someday (But I Can't Resist Tonight)

“I believe you were about to tell me what it is you actually want. So, proceed.” She motions, encouraging him.What do I want?I want to hold her hand as we walk down the street, and not because there’s some world-ending doom coming if we don’t fix the problem fast enough. I want her picture in a frame on my bookshelf. In multiple frames. I want her to have a photo strip of us on her fridge. I want to sit on the couch with her, her head in my lap, yet, I’m the one that falls asleep while we’re marathoning her favorite movies so I can understand her references. I don’t want to be just her supernatural-emergency contact, I want to be who she calls in the morning as she wakes up and waits for the coffee to brew. I want to make her forget Mike and John ever existed, and whoever else came before and after. I want to have a bowl of food for Oatmeal in my kitchen.He shrugs, exasperated, “Isn’t it obvious what I want?” Nadia can't leave Alan alone, even while he's getting dressed for another blind date. Alan doesn't have enough strength to tell her to go, but can he ask her to stay?