[Physical contact is so rare from him that she would be shocked if he'd just touched her shoulder. This, though, is surprisingly intimate, enough that her eyes widen as they meet his and her heart skips a beat. For a moment, she's very still, silent for fear of saying something wrong. Finally, she reaches for his free hand hesitantly, fingers just brushing against his.
It's a relief to hear those words from him, and she exhales slowly, trying to just let herself believe it and push away the doubt.]
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It's a relief to hear those words from him, and she exhales slowly, trying to just let herself believe it and push away the doubt.]
I missed you, too.