A/N: Just a little bit of fluff I couldn't help but write after seeing the short fan film "Outside Aperture". As always, thank you all for the wonderful reviews and feedback on "Until the End"! This story has come to mean more to me than I expected and seeing it touch so many people really touches me in ways I can't put into words. Thank you all!

I'm not sure how many more of these little vignettes there may or may not be, but it didn't feel right to jam them into UTE after it had concluded.

She

She smells terrible on hot days and her clothes are frayed and filthy. She jumps at certain small noises, throwing her hands up as if she still had a gun to shoot an escape route with. If he comes up behind her without warning she lashes out (but she's always sorry after). Sometimes at night he wakes up to see her wide-eyed and shaking, seeing cold walls instead of the place they are sleeping in. She loves anything that looks like cake or tastes like it but the word itself makes her skin crawl.

She laughs without a sound when she runs barefoot down an empty road. Her hair is matted and tangled but it streams out behind her like a flag in the wind. Under the travel dirt, her skin is soft and warm. She doesn't make a sound but the breath catching in her throat when she arcs against him always leaves him reeling.

She's broken and funny and strange.

She is everything he lives for.