[ His heart isn't beating nearly fast enough to trigger him just yet, and his mind is racing much more than his blood is, but that hold is still something he welcomes. When she reaches for his hand and tugs at his wrist decisively he gives in with little hesitance, his eyes blinking open to look back at her, as he takes a long and slow breath before he speaks up. ]
I am. [ The tension in him unwinds, his shoulders lower, and he nods as he gives her hands a gentle squeeze. ] I'm here.
[ But he'd be stupid if he didn't wonder for how long. ]
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I am. [ The tension in him unwinds, his shoulders lower, and he nods as he gives her hands a gentle squeeze. ] I'm here.
[ But he'd be stupid if he didn't wonder for how long. ]