[She knows she should tell him to take it easy, to lie back and stop moving around so much, but she can't help herself. She kisses him back, and it's not desperate, but it's close, and she feels a little badly about it. She wants to make up for lost time, to just appreciate the fact that he's here, he came back, and she's not crying, but there's an uncomfortable tightness in her chest because she just can't help but thank whatever made this possible that they've been given another second chance. She doesn't want to be wondering if she'll ever see him again again, even though she knows with his job, it's entirely possible that even if they do go home and have a life together, it'll happen more often than she'll ever be comfortable with.]
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