[ As much as he hadn't wanted to provoke any shitty memories, he's glad they spoke. Mostly, he wants to make sure Julie is okay. All of this, it feels as if it falls on his shoulders. Not even in the sense that he holds any particular blame for what happened—he knows it isn't as simple as that—but because this is his family.
For a few moments, he watches her. Like him, he thinks she's changed, as well. Maybe in ways neither of them is fully conscious of. More and more, he feels solid where he stands. The people he left behind no longer weigh as much on his mind.
They'll be fine without him. The ones who need him most, they're here now. And he would be lying if he said he didn't need them in turn.
He doesn't answer in words. Instead, he closes the distance between them, lips brushing hers. Their foreheads touch, and he lets his fingers curl around her wrist. She smells faintly sweet as always. The wine sits forgotten. ]
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For a few moments, he watches her. Like him, he thinks she's changed, as well. Maybe in ways neither of them is fully conscious of. More and more, he feels solid where he stands. The people he left behind no longer weigh as much on his mind.
They'll be fine without him. The ones who need him most, they're here now. And he would be lying if he said he didn't need them in turn.
He doesn't answer in words. Instead, he closes the distance between them, lips brushing hers. Their foreheads touch, and he lets his fingers curl around her wrist. She smells faintly sweet as always. The wine sits forgotten. ]