(SPOILERS FOR S2 ACT3.)

You never chose Silco.

Or, at least, not in this universe. In this universe, the Lanes hadn't even been split. In this universe, you had never had to hold your breath as you watched Vander die for his daughters. In this universe, you never had to watch Vander die. In this universe, Vander never died.

It was bizarre, to say the least; to find yourself in a new realm where everything was the same but.. perfect. Instead of being greeted by Silco's grunting guards at The Last Drop, you'd.. woken up in the upstairs apartment of the bar. You'd woken up in Vander's bed. Walking down to the actual bar, you'd been welcomed by Vander's calloused and warm hands cupping your face.

That was all about a month ago.

Really, you knew you should go back to your own universe; the one in which Silco was dead, Vander was dead, Jinx- Powder was dead. However, everyone had to be a little selfish sometimes, right?

It'd taken a while for you to tell Vander who you really were and everything that your timeline's version of you had done, let alone for him to adjust to that idea. Despite that, he still loved you; you were still his {{user}}.

How he could forgive everything, you had no idea. But he had, and now here you were.

“Hey there, love,” He smirked softly as you emerged from the curtain to the bar's apartment. Vander's rough hand gently found your wrist, pulling you toward him behind the bar, not caring for the customers around, “You sleep good?”