[Natasha puts her arms around him and and hugs him again tightly, letting him feel she's real as she leans up to press a kiss to his forehead. It might mean having to twist around in his hold a little.
She's real. She's not going anywhere.
When she answers, it's lighter but very honest.]
I'd really rather you didn't, but I don't suppose I can stop you.
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She's real. She's not going anywhere.
When she answers, it's lighter but very honest.]
I'd really rather you didn't, but I don't suppose I can stop you.