It may not be justice. He definitely doesn't deserve it. But he can't fight it. Not her. Couldn't from the first. And will never try.

At her lightest touch he instantly undoubles and turns to her. Doesn't try not to crash. Doesn't try to pull out of the nosedive. Just lets gravity take him back into her arms.

Puts his arms around her in turn, enveloping her, wrapping her so tightly. Turning the touch of a forehead to kiss on her face to burying his face in her neck and shoulder and cradling hers into his. He's shaking so hard, too hard to cry, he's afraid of bruising their bones. But every part of him is pressed to her, nothing held apart, nothing held back. Every part of him…

"I'm yours," he whispers back. "Always."