Summary: Weir/McKay drabble set around Siege Part 2.
It's times like this I think, what if...?
When I know it's futile, but I need the comfort of that dream before it gets ripped from me completely.
What if it was just you and me; nothing else. If all there was were your words soft and light in contrast to the norm and the shrieking of the claxons, the noises of the darts overhead. What if I could let go of all my barriers. Laugh because life could be good once more and maybe even better than ever.
What if our walls could fall but it wouldn't spell ruin.