“What? I thought you had the high score,” he says, but it ultimately doesn’t matter. He has two of the people he cares most for in any world here with him right now, and in this moment he’s determined to not let the looming threat of tomorrow ruin that. This might change at any moment.

He makes three glasses of wine, one for each of them, filled with their respective favorite wines. “I’m so happy that you two get to meet finally.”