For now, the squeeze is okay. It's her. She's allowed, on rare occasions. It might not be okay in a minute, but right now, they need it. They're ducking their head into her hair, even, holding tight. "I don't know. After Beacon-- it's been years. I thought-- I thought--" Thought she was gone. They were alone.
It's gonna take a minute for them to be properly coherent, sorry, Misty.
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Date: 2020-05-04 06:33 pm (UTC)It's gonna take a minute for them to be properly coherent, sorry, Misty.