[ Worry rushes him first when she pulls away, but then agin, he did pull out something that, to him, was more powerful than any object in the universe. It ebbed his sorrow. It gave him purpose. He stares at her, anxious but the feeling wanes in time, especially as she comes closer to him again.
He smiles as she touches the photo, realizing with each word that some things are coming back to her. He folds the picture up, his prized possession, and slides it back into the pocket against his heart, pulls the pieces of his suit back over his shoulders, back to something more slim and comfortable looking, and then closes the distance between them. ] Me also, [ He whispers, eyes hooded as he looks down at her. Hands slip around her waist, drawing her back into his arms. His forehead presses to hers. There's a pause to acclimate to the moment before he bows his head to meet her lips. ]
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He smiles as she touches the photo, realizing with each word that some things are coming back to her. He folds the picture up, his prized possession, and slides it back into the pocket against his heart, pulls the pieces of his suit back over his shoulders, back to something more slim and comfortable looking, and then closes the distance between them. ] Me also, [ He whispers, eyes hooded as he looks down at her. Hands slip around her waist, drawing her back into his arms. His forehead presses to hers. There's a pause to acclimate to the moment before he bows his head to meet her lips. ]