[He wraps his other arm around her shoulders, holding her close and kissing her head.]
Don't be. [He just wanted to stand her and hold her, to know that she was alive, and so was he, and that yes, maybe sometimes miracles do happen. He wondered, idly, if this meant he should go to Mass - but it was fleeting, because he was more interested in relearning the feel of how she fit in his arms, of how she smelled, of how she felt.]
[Spam]
Don't be. [He just wanted to stand her and hold her, to know that she was alive, and so was he, and that yes, maybe sometimes miracles do happen. He wondered, idly, if this meant he should go to Mass - but it was fleeting, because he was more interested in relearning the feel of how she fit in his arms, of how she smelled, of how she felt.]
I've missed you.