While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turning over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of gentle classical music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to give her some space. After a while the shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena move around her home, hearing a closet door open then, shortly after, close again. It wasn’t long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the doorway to her living room kitchen combo. “How was your shower?” Amélie asked gently, raising a single eyebrow. Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her side, the other gripping its anal elbow, a tentative look, “Er, it was nice, cheers.” “And I see you found my clothes…” Amélie noted with a faint edge of amusement. Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the same shirt, she had acquired a pair of jeans from Amélie’s closet, “Yeah well, y’know, they fit, and I didn’t fancy walking around in my knickers…” “Ha,” Amélie smirked, following Lena with her eyes as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her arms folding on the counter as she hunched over, “Are you okay?” She knew as asian soon as she had said it that it had been a stupid question, but Lena had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn’t wanted a silence to build between them. The hard gaze Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed. “Amélie… I…” She faltered, looking for words. “Mm?” Lena twiddled her thumbs, furrowing her brows before speaking, “A got a question.” She glanced up to Amélie, japanese expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a single arched brow, “Look, like… You aren’t this. This isn’t you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know...” “But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing?” Amélie finished for her, her rich accent and rolling cadence quite pleasant Lena thought, at least when it wasn’t laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in most of their previous encounters. Lena nodded. Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long moment before responding, “When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a sense of loss. But you know, now, every Christmas I leave a rose on his grave. I don’t know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel.” Lena nodded slightly but clearly hadn’t gotten the insight she had been hoping for, “So… What now then?” “What do you want?” Amélie countered. Lena looked at her for a moment then glanced around, “...I’m kinda hungry?” Amélie gestured with a hand to the kitchen behind Lena and shrugged, “You’re welcome to cook whatever you like.” Lena pursed her lips and cocked her head slightly, “About that…” Amélie gave her a flat look, “Dieu, tell me you can cook?” Lena shook her head and maintained Amélie’s gaze. “...Alright.” Amélie sighed deeply, pushing her palms against the bar and moved to stand, stepping around it and into the kitchen, Hardcore Lena twirling in her chair as she did to lean against the bar, watching Amélie. “Ha, cheers love,” teen Lena said, a little victorious smirk on her lips. 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