[She thinks she might end up crying herself, a little bit, when the sight of the sky managed to dislodge actual words from him; it has to be a good sign, that he's talking, because it means that he's not just absorbing and reacting — there's something else there, too, still trying, and whatever that is, that's what she's got to try to reach and bring back out.]
Yeah. It's really good. It's...it's a really good day today.
[Because you're awake, and I'm here, she thinks, and that's enough to make it good, isn't it?
Probably not. But her fingers are warm where they twist between his, and the feeling of his palm is much better than the bite of nails.]
I know what you're doing this time.
[Because of course he's not the only one who remembers that this is how they met.]
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Yeah. It's really good. It's...it's a really good day today.
[Because you're awake, and I'm here, she thinks, and that's enough to make it good, isn't it?
Probably not. But her fingers are warm where they twist between his, and the feeling of his palm is much better than the bite of nails.]
I know what you're doing this time.
[Because of course he's not the only one who remembers that this is how they met.]