He wouldn't be Wrathion if he wasn't trying to be difficult, a trait that is as endearing as it is frustrating.

"You're probably right," Anduin admits lightly, shifting his grip lightly on his hip. "But it's just us, for the moment."

Just them. Just everything they've been through, everything that's been done and said, a mantle of betrayals and lies and promises. For once, things are simple. They can be simple, if only for a few hours. There will be more darkness and mystery to push their way through eventually, yes, and even now the ghosts linger in the peripheral but--

Let them have this.