"Is this...?" he started to ask, giving the photo a second look. Revena turned from the picture on the wall, an oil painting of stars and a full moon. "Yes," she said, "that's us." Grayson looked down at the photograph in his hand, clearly recognising himself in the young Klingon pictured, though Revena looked rather different. The picture had been taken before her reincarnation, though the features of the Ferengi woman were still familiar. Grayson replaced the frame next to the other photograph on the desk, one of Revena and her adoptive brother, McRobert, posed with Cecil, Kheldon and the rest of the Mocker clan.
"There are no pictures of Ganith, here." Grayson observed. "I have albums..." Revena replied. "The pictures on my desk are to remind me of happy times, to cheer me up." "He is your husband," Grayson said, some dissaproval evident in his tone. "-Was- my husband, Gray. Ganith is gone. He's been gone for years... And he's not coming back." She turned away again, pretending to straighten the portrait of the night sky. "I miss him... Of course I miss him... But he's really gone, and I can't wait for him anymore. I need to move on."
"Move on to what?" Grayson asked. "The rest of my life," Revena replied. "I think I've got plenty to keep me occupied at this point," she said, gesturing around herself with a wry grin. She stepped toward him, placing her hand atop his on the desk. "And..." she continued, "I have you, Gray..." She looked up at him, meeting his gaze as the empty room began to fill with the pressure of a thousand things left unsaid. Grayon looked down at her hand on his."What am I, to you, then?" He asked, slowly. The question hung on the air between them for some time. Grayson had just opened his mouth to speak again, when Revena leaned forward and suddenly covered it with her own. Despite himself, he relaxed into the kiss.