[The faint rumble of his voice in his chest is soothing; she feels it the same way she feels the drums of the music in her feet. It's a nice harmony. It's familiar.
She's already pretty thrilled that she got it right — that she actually remembered something concrete and important. Then, past a dark cloud of something she can't entirely grasp yet, a cloud through which she reaches for him anyway, he says her name too.
She lights up, bright and beaming as she squeezes his hand with the rush of joy. Her other hand lifts and alights on the side of his head — like she was going for his hair, but his hat is in the way.] Yeah, you got it! Good job!
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She's already pretty thrilled that she got it right — that she actually remembered something concrete and important. Then, past a dark cloud of something she can't entirely grasp yet, a cloud through which she reaches for him anyway, he says her name too.
She lights up, bright and beaming as she squeezes his hand with the rush of joy. Her other hand lifts and alights on the side of his head — like she was going for his hair, but his hat is in the way.] Yeah, you got it! Good job!