Soul couldn't believe how close he'd been to losing her, how narrow the margin was by which she was still breathing. But he wasn't going to question it, he was too thankful to question, to even notice his tears. None of it mattered because *she was still here, alive* and that was all that mattered, not him, and not his wounds for making sure of it.

It was just going to be another miserable night in Soul's life. He had an extensive list of them. Drinking away his sorrows until- Sea Glass. It was the first thing he noticed about her. Green eyes as bright as Sea Glass held up to the sun, and as lonely as he felt. Maybe it wasn't just another night.