His heart is in the wrong place, stuck in his throat as he watches a dozen or three different emotions play across his sister’s face in that agonizingly long moment before she leapt toward him, crushing him in the tightest hug he thinks she could manage.
“You know,” he murmurs softly into her hair, not answering her question any further than that. He still doesn’t understand being here. Standing in front of her. Whole and alive.
He clings to her tightly, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. “It is so good to see you,” he mutters quietly.
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Date: 2022-09-22 11:15 pm (UTC)“You know,” he murmurs softly into her hair, not answering her question any further than that. He still doesn’t understand being here. Standing in front of her. Whole and alive.
He clings to her tightly, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. “It is so good to see you,” he mutters quietly.