I sat down on the steps of the safehouse and patted the spot beside me.
Zero raised an eyebrow but came and sat anyway, tucking one knee up against her chest, the smell of brick dust and her sweat and the faintly sweet thing her hair always had going on hitting me at the same time.
'Side effect of dating someone who can level walls. The sweat smells nice. Man, am I such a pervert that the smell of my girlfriend is turning me on?'
"Alright," I said, ignoring my useless thoughts. "Storytime."
"Mm."
So I told her.
I told her all of it. About waking up on Earth that morning and calling the only person I had on that side, my aunt... Mom's best friend, not blood, important note, I clarified, because Zero's eyebrow had done something dangerous, and how Mira was, by the way, not a normal aunt.
