[It takes a long moment for her words to sink in, for them to twist around within his mind and begin to make sense. In truth, there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to stay with her, than to attempt to make up for everything that had been lost, had been put off by his own poor decisions. To stay there, contained within that moment when everything seemed so right, so real and good and whole and everything he'd ever wanted but had kept himself from for so long.
There's a soft sound, forced outwards on a breath, a gentle confirmation before his head's tilting forward, before his eyes are slipping closed and his lips are connecting with hers. Before slender fingers are slipping into thick locks, lifting it back and away, pouring each ounce of silent confirmation into the pressure of their connections. All silent serenity and quiet, desperate longing.]
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There's a soft sound, forced outwards on a breath, a gentle confirmation before his head's tilting forward, before his eyes are slipping closed and his lips are connecting with hers. Before slender fingers are slipping into thick locks, lifting it back and away, pouring each ounce of silent confirmation into the pressure of their connections. All silent serenity and quiet, desperate longing.]