[These tears he can handle with more grace than the others, even if he feels sick and shaken from his relief, dizzy from the sudden onslaught of memories reminding him just what he dared to forget. He tightly hugs her back, for her and for himself - to feel anchored to something again.]
Okay. [he mutters into her hair, smiling weakly] I won't go anywhere.
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Okay. [he mutters into her hair, smiling weakly] I won't go anywhere.