He takes in a breath when her hand touches his cheek, but he leans into the contact, relieved and scared for her in equal measure. It's strange to hear her voice for such a long string, but definitely not in a bad way. His own hand lifts up to cover hers on his cheek, revealing the leather bracelet strapped around his wrist that he never takes off.
"You're not alone anyway. Our friend just got here, too." He's not exactly sure how to tell her he doesn't remember, dropping her hand abruptly when he realizes he's getting a little too comfortable. "Did I miss anything? Back there?" Has she been in that awful place all this time? Without him?
no subject
"You're not alone anyway. Our friend just got here, too." He's not exactly sure how to tell her he doesn't remember, dropping her hand abruptly when he realizes he's getting a little too comfortable. "Did I miss anything? Back there?" Has she been in that awful place all this time? Without him?