Maybe in your eyes it is, but in mine it's not. It's like the one decision that I don't really question myself on. At least not anymore.

[Look, Alex's reasoning of 'journalism ethics' had gotten quite a workout in the three years that the two of them had worked together before they'd ended up here. It had been a fair amount of reminding herself about how much of a terrible idea it was when she did stupid things like fantasize about having sex with him on his desk in Chicago, or not doing the whole separate rooms thing. Or actually a fair amount of things that Nic would chide her about letting go on the podcast and launch a ship and a fair amount of fanfic. Or so the intern had told her. She couldn't go looking, it was too weird.

And of course there had been her reaction to discovering that she loved him without a doubt, when she was entirely certain that he could never love her back. But now that she knew that he did? Well, nope, she wasn't considering it questionable in the slightest.

So she shifted slowly so that she was laying on him, with her head in his lap.]