[ She laughs, and it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard -- he hasn't heard that in years, so many years, and he reaches up to touch her cheek briefly, thumb brushing over her cheekbone as he watches the joy in her eyes.
To think that he had lost her, and now she's here again, very much alive and smiling and looking like he'd somehow hung the sun and stars in her sky, and he can't help but press his forehead to hers, desperate for touch, for the assurance that she won't slip from his fingers if he lets her go. She's right; she's not the only one feeling overwhelmed and happy, she's not the only one revelling in the fact that she can reach out to touch him. ]
Yeah. [ He manages, at a loss of what to say. ] I just -- anytime. You can touch me anytime.
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To think that he had lost her, and now she's here again, very much alive and smiling and looking like he'd somehow hung the sun and stars in her sky, and he can't help but press his forehead to hers, desperate for touch, for the assurance that she won't slip from his fingers if he lets her go. She's right; she's not the only one feeling overwhelmed and happy, she's not the only one revelling in the fact that she can reach out to touch him. ]
Yeah. [ He manages, at a loss of what to say. ] I just -- anytime. You can touch me anytime.
[ He grimaces, oh -- that came out wrong. ]