[ They struggle to keep their expression from twisting up too much. It hurts, his quiet murmurs and his gentle touch; its an ache in their chest and a burning in their throat that just won't fade. There's a restrained hitch in their breath when they breathe in, even as they do everything they can to subdue the oncoming storm of emotions running their course through them.
Thinking about it, they realize that what he says is completely true. They've been suffering for so long, and been suffering so much so that they almost couldn't fully comprehend it until they felt just how light and happy they could feel around him. It's true. He's with them, trying to ease their pain and worries like he always has been. Their shaky arms make their way around his neck again, their head ducking slightly even under his kisses. They can't bring themself to look at him directly, partly because they're ashamed at this dramatic display of emotion, and partially because they think they're going to cry more if they see any more evidence of his concern - but intermittent hot tears stream down their cheeks regardless every other time they blink, in spite of how hard they try to control their faintly stuttering breaths. ]
I'm glad... that I'm here. With you.
[ They force the words out, the strain clear in their tone - but they don't let their voice break or fall apart. They're glad they made it here; that they aren't dust on the moon or in shards at the bottom of the sea. They're glad they were able to meet him. They won't say they're glad he's here; they know this isn't exactly where he'd choose to be. But to them, being here is like being saved from the lonely world they came from, if only momentarily. If this warm comfort in front of them is only temporary, they're just glad they at least lived long enough to get the reprieve. ]
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Thinking about it, they realize that what he says is completely true. They've been suffering for so long, and been suffering so much so that they almost couldn't fully comprehend it until they felt just how light and happy they could feel around him. It's true. He's with them, trying to ease their pain and worries like he always has been. Their shaky arms make their way around his neck again, their head ducking slightly even under his kisses. They can't bring themself to look at him directly, partly because they're ashamed at this dramatic display of emotion, and partially because they think they're going to cry more if they see any more evidence of his concern - but intermittent hot tears stream down their cheeks regardless every other time they blink, in spite of how hard they try to control their faintly stuttering breaths. ]
I'm glad... that I'm here. With you.
[ They force the words out, the strain clear in their tone - but they don't let their voice break or fall apart. They're glad they made it here; that they aren't dust on the moon or in shards at the bottom of the sea. They're glad they were able to meet him. They won't say they're glad he's here; they know this isn't exactly where he'd choose to be. But to them, being here is like being saved from the lonely world they came from, if only momentarily. If this warm comfort in front of them is only temporary, they're just glad they at least lived long enough to get the reprieve. ]