I love you, he thinks, wildly, giddily, but there are certain kinds of crazy he still knows to hold back on. "You, too," he tells her instead, resting his forehead against hers. In theory, they have time. He's here because he's tried to make himself believe they have time.
He traces his fingers over her cheek, her jaw, re-learning the feel of her now that he knows her. "To, um, both of those," he adds as an afterthought.
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Date: 2017-01-05 09:28 pm (UTC)He traces his fingers over her cheek, her jaw, re-learning the feel of her now that he knows her. "To, um, both of those," he adds as an afterthought.