[ The sensation is strange to be sure. There's a disorienting loss of time, but also a slew of memories that don't include the people he now knows should have been there. The visions are as much a part of his past as his future—never quite fitting into the present.
But the most important thing is that he's back. In whatever form that means. He feels right being here, home, reacquainting himself with the world he belongs in.
His other hand hovers by her shoulder for a second as her touch distracts him. He exhales sharply, then pulls her closer. He wants her. He wants to remember what it is to feel more than a grief so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
Her skin warms beneath his palm, the flush of her cheeks familiar. He studies her face, tracing her lips with his gaze before he kisses her again. ]
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But the most important thing is that he's back. In whatever form that means. He feels right being here, home, reacquainting himself with the world he belongs in.
His other hand hovers by her shoulder for a second as her touch distracts him. He exhales sharply, then pulls her closer. He wants her. He wants to remember what it is to feel more than a grief so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
Her skin warms beneath his palm, the flush of her cheeks familiar. He studies her face, tracing her lips with his gaze before he kisses her again. ]