[There's a lot that will still need time to settle, for him. But it's her. It's them. Together. Alone. She lets go of his hand, and for a moment he has the sensation of being unmoored. His hand flexes, balls, relaxes again.
This is the hard part, allowing it to come to the surface instead of keeping it a tight ball pressed against his ribs. It might have to get worked out a little at a time. Because it's familiar, a sharpness in the air, his heart wanting to claw out of his chest, the tang of adrenaline starting to settle on his tongue. The difference this time is she's real, she's here, she isn't just a memory.
He moves to sit at the edge of her bed. (No roommates. Yeah, that seems about right.)]
Do you-- [He has to clear his throat, head ducked, rubbing his hands nervously together where they hang between his knees.] --remember anything?
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This is the hard part, allowing it to come to the surface instead of keeping it a tight ball pressed against his ribs. It might have to get worked out a little at a time. Because it's familiar, a sharpness in the air, his heart wanting to claw out of his chest, the tang of adrenaline starting to settle on his tongue. The difference this time is she's real, she's here, she isn't just a memory.
He moves to sit at the edge of her bed. (No roommates. Yeah, that seems about right.)]
Do you-- [He has to clear his throat, head ducked, rubbing his hands nervously together where they hang between his knees.] --remember anything?