[ Ever since he woke up, everything's been like...in slow motion. Like it was leading up, just to this. Now, now he's awake. His mind starts working for the first time, and when she's- she's touching him, and his breath catches in his throat.
He wants to say something? To ask— what happened? Why wouldn't he be real? Who—? No, he doesn't need to ask that one, he doesn't know the answer but the feeling is enough.
One hand's on one of hers. The other, the one with a strange burn mark wrapped around his thumb, goes to her cheek. ]
Clear. [ Of course that's what he feels he can say. Just her name, again and again. ] I'm here. I'm— I'm not leaving you. [ That...doesn't answer her question. But it seems like the right thing to say. ] I'm okay. I'm... I'm more than okay.
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He wants to say something? To ask— what happened? Why wouldn't he be real? Who—? No, he doesn't need to ask that one, he doesn't know the answer but the feeling is enough.
One hand's on one of hers. The other, the one with a strange burn mark wrapped around his thumb, goes to her cheek. ]
Clear. [ Of course that's what he feels he can say. Just her name, again and again. ] I'm here. I'm— I'm not leaving you. [ That...doesn't answer her question. But it seems like the right thing to say. ] I'm okay. I'm... I'm more than okay.