[ She can't think of anything else, just the fact that he is here and relatively whole, considering the circumstances, and some fear that she hadn't even been able to voice to herself finally leaves the pit of her stomach.
He's the one who pulls back first, just that little, and she sniffles, opening her eyes to look at him. She feels too relieved to be truly embarrassed, but there's still a sense of sheepishness as she swipes her cheek with one hand. ]
You're not okay, baby. [ It's a soft murmur. She twists her neck and kisses his palm, then his lips again. And then she gently starts to prod him toward the cushions. ] Come, sit, have some wine.
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He's the one who pulls back first, just that little, and she sniffles, opening her eyes to look at him. She feels too relieved to be truly embarrassed, but there's still a sense of sheepishness as she swipes her cheek with one hand. ]
You're not okay, baby. [ It's a soft murmur. She twists her neck and kisses his palm, then his lips again. And then she gently starts to prod him toward the cushions. ] Come, sit, have some wine.