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One Foot In Front of the Other

This song featured heavily in Sanna & Theron’s “kiss and make up” playlist, hence the title.

Oh, through the wilderness
How come even together there can be loneliness?
Oh, our heart’s a mess
But it’s our only defense to brave the wilderness
Cross my heart and hope to die
Taking this one step at a time
I got your back if you got mine
One foot in front of the other

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“I’ll… give you two some privacy.”

Theron nodded his thanks to Lana as she walked away, then turned to face Sanna.

“Take a walk with me?” he asked, trying to ignore the pang in his heart and the flip-flop of his stomach when she couldn’t hide a brief flash of panic before that damned Jedi mask of hers slipped into place.

“You’re still recovering and should be in medbay, not traipsing around Odessen,” she said tersely, her gaze drawn to his torso and the bandages hidden beneath his patched grey shirt.

“I’ve been cleared for a short walk around base, so long as I have someone with me,” Theron said, soft and entreating, and he extended a hand to her. She simply stared at it and a heavy, oppressive stillness filled the space between them. “Please, Sanna? I’m trying to follow your orders.” When her features twisted in confusion, his stomach sank. Had he completely made up that lecture of hers while he was in the kolto tank? “I’m sorry, I thought–” He shook his head in chagrined dismissal of his abysmal memory: between the pain medication and nightmares, he barely knew what was real and what wasn’t anymore.

“I could have sworn that you’d told me we were going to have a meeting when we got home about mission parameters. I was actually kinda looking forward to a little bit of desk duty after all this mess,” Theron said, a rueful grin playing on his lips as she gawked, mouth slightly open. “Yeah, I know. Ten-years-ago-me would be shocked and appalled, too.”

It was probably better that the muffled, one-sided conversation he remembered was only a fever-dream; it meant that she hadn’t cried so bitterly and–

“You heard that?” Vassanna’s voice was barely above a whisper, eyes wide. “But you were…” She took a ragged breath and closed her eyes.

Dammit, he hated being right sometimes. Mentally shaking himself, Theron took as deep a breath as he could manage. If he was going to talk to her, to explain and apologize, he needed to forge ahead.

“Will you please walk with me, Sanna?” Theron offered her his hand once more and, after what seemed like an eternity, received a curt nod. She gestured for him to lead before clasping her hands behind her back; he stepped forward, turning toward the door, and pretended to not notice how badly her hands were shaking.

They wandered through the grounds in silence as he summoned up the courage to confess all his sins of the past year, and once collected, he had no idea where to start. He hadn’t been certain that he’d get this far, that he’d make it home, and was lacking a plan. Flying by the seat of his pants wasn’t a new experience for him, but this? This was important, more important than anything and he needed it to be right.

Funny – his hands were shaking, too.

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