Ah, Adolf... [She says his name on an affectionate sigh, resting her head against his as he slumps against her. Her heart feels full to bursting, so stupidly, helplessly in love with this foolish eel. Her fingers thread through his hair and she gives a soothing hum to accompany it.]

You were mine from the first time we spoke in the rain. [Her tone becomes lightly teasing again, playful despite her sincerity.] You simply did not know it at the time. I decided then that I would not let you go.

[it seems like a lifetime ago, but splashing water into his face had certainly been the beginning of the end of it all. Or maybe just the start of a new beginning, for both of them. Ah, well.

Oona presses a kiss to his head and hums again contently.] I do not lie, remember? I never will. So you can trust what I am saying is only the truth-- you are more than enough, you are everything. [It bears repeating, however many times she can manage it.] I am in love with you. You are mine, yes, and I am yours.

[There's no need to tell him how much she hates his wife--ex-wife, she reminds herself rather smugly--or how much they all better hope the woman never makes an appearance in the city if she wants to live for longer than a couple hours.

(She wouldn't tell Adolf any of those thoughts, because it would only hurt him, but that doesn't stop her from thinking it).

But Rosa's loss is Oona's gain, even if it comes with having to piece together the broken bits that the woman had left behind. But that was fine, because Oona could make something stronger, better, than Rosa ever had and it's not a competition, but Oona would firmly say she won this anyhow.]

And I am very lucky to have you.