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[She reaches for him, to grab a hold of him, of his head so that it's pulled close to her, because this is a lot more complicated than that but the answer is still firmly no.]

Mitchell, I thought you had moved on without me. I thought I was going to just end up a alone.

[She keeps holding him]

No. I don't think that anymore.

I know-- yeah, I know, I only--

[He swallows, hard, trying to banish some of the roughness that's crept into his tone. It goes instead into his grip, into the press of his fingertips--just a little too hard, maybe; desperate. He'd wanted to hear it, from her, again. Hearing it makes it more real. She loves him, and that helps, as long as he has her--]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry you ever thought it-- it wasn't true, Annie, even then. I needed you. [Needs, now, needs her, and that comes through in the slight tightening of his grip, pressing close to her--] You're never going t' be alone. There's nothing, no one, that could take me from you.

Come on.

[She tugs his hand to get the grip off her, because it's just a little tight]

I'm not going now, and neither are you, right? It's all right.

Yeah.

[He lets her tug him off, straightening so he can look her in the eye again. His grip has shifted back to her hand again, and he clings to it, tightly--not so tightly, not as before.]

I hope your mother-- I hope she listened. I hope she understood, what you were tryin' to tell her. It's shit, being the one left behind. But I hope she understood.

[He went to purgatory to get Annie back, but he's not forgotten what the world was like without Annie--what it was like being without her, here.]

She wanted me to know that she was sorry. But she had nothing to be sorry for.

I'm not leaving you, Mitchell. Do you understand? I love you.

[She manages a small smile, because part of her is still afraid - afraid that maybe this is back to where she was with Owen, with someone who will hurt her, or hurt people around her for her, and maybe Will Graham knew what he was talking about]

[And Mitchell--who does have something to be sorry for, so many somethings--smiles back, sadly. All the things he has to be sorry for, and he still has Annie, somehow. Doesn't deserve her, but he's got her: something to keep him good, something to save him, to give him a reason.]

I love you too--and I'm going to, always. You're the best thing I've got.

Anyway.

I've been looking for better pillows but so far all the rooms have the same pillows.

[Anyway, she says, and thank God, he can shift back into something more normal, put away all those lingering feelings and hide in this again--]

Pillows? And just what are you going t' do with pillows, you've just told me you don't sleep.

I'm bribing George. With pillows.

I might make him a poached egg, too, for tea.

[oh....]

Nah, stick with pillows. And biscuits. You know how he is about eggs, he's totally mental. No, sorry, why are you bribing him?

He is so particular-

Oh! Because then he'll spend time with me in the middle of the night when you're asleep. In the middle of the...day? Afternoon? Well, whatever, as there's no sun here.

He'd spend time with you anyways, you know, you hardly need t' go around bribing people-- or just wake me up.

I can't wake you up every time I'm bored, Mitchell, you'll get irritated.

[She walks into an empty room - through the door, naturally, and opens it from the inside]

Come on, then.

I wouldn't get-- [well, hang on...] --that irritated.

[But he smiles fondly at that rentaghosting, and follows her in to the room.]

This makes you more of a pirate ghost, y'know. Space pirate ghost.

We both know that's the very best kind of ghost.

Ah, I dunno. I'm sort of fond of tea-serving ghosts.

[She is tossing pillows about]

Are you really? I was starting to think that habit just got on people's nerves.

[He steps back and leans against the wall, just watching for now.]

Are you joking? I never have to make tea, why would I have any complaints on that? [It's George that does all the complaining, but he doesn't bother pointing that out.] Anyway, you're the only tea-ghost, better not t' have the competition.

What if Alex makes tea or-

[GASP]

No, no, what if Sally makes tea?

[He laughs, because what even is that expression Annie it's like you've seen a ghost]

Annie, they don't make tea. Tea is your thing.

I need to find Josh. I need to know-

[ANGRY ANNIE FACE GRR]

She can't make tea she's American if anything she has to make coffee it's the rules.

Annie--

[Don't go and find Josh, he knows too much--but Mitchell can't even be paranoid about that right now. He shoves away from the wall to grab for her arm, as if that's going to ground her.]

Annie, she doesn't make tea. I'm nearly sure of it.

[She goes still for a moment, but doesn't pull away]

Well she had best not.

Even if she did, she's American. She probably can't do proper tea, not like you. And even if she could, she's not you, so you still end up superior t' her.

All right?

[He rubs at her arm, consolingly.]

You're probably right-

[SHE'S STILL ASKING JOSH]

Here take this pillow.

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