[ She doesn't mind being held so tightly, nor that it's making it even harder to breathe. None of it matters, not the Facility, not this strange city, not the demons she's seen prowling the streets at night; none of those things matter. He's with her. That's all she needs.
She doesn't so much hug him back as cling to him with desperation tightening her fingers' grip. Yes, he's real. He's real, he's here, he's warm under her touch. ]
A couple days. Not even a week. [ To her, it was still far too long. She was actually beginning to wonder if she would never see him again and fought hard to bury such ideas, but with him here now, they're tossed into the wind like leaves. ] What's your problem? Making me wait so long for you...
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She doesn't so much hug him back as cling to him with desperation tightening her fingers' grip. Yes, he's real. He's real, he's here, he's warm under her touch. ]
A couple days. Not even a week. [ To her, it was still far too long. She was actually beginning to wonder if she would never see him again and fought hard to bury such ideas, but with him here now, they're tossed into the wind like leaves. ] What's your problem? Making me wait so long for you...