She was coming at him again. He was prepared to take another slap if she was upset still. His face tightened and his lips drew together. Nothing. No slaps. Just hugs. He had grown fond of her hugs. His arms slid around her and he held on for dear life. There was a small part of him that was scared that if he let go that tear would rip open and he'd be yanked right back through.
"I missed you too." He did not remember anything from his week away, but he knew the aching inside of him had been from him missing her. It had been from him wanting to see her once more.
"It is quite cold out there--and raining as well." He said it as if she didn't know. Her clothes were quite damp. "I had to walk here." He drew back to look at her. "You look beautiful." It was true. Maybe he was getting swept up in that moment, but that was doubtful. This was just how he felt.
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Date: 2011-12-31 04:09 am (UTC)"I missed you too." He did not remember anything from his week away, but he knew the aching inside of him had been from him missing her. It had been from him wanting to see her once more.
"It is quite cold out there--and raining as well." He said it as if she didn't know. Her clothes were quite damp. "I had to walk here." He drew back to look at her. "You look beautiful." It was true. Maybe he was getting swept up in that moment, but that was doubtful. This was just how he felt.