[Shepard's smile is brilliant, an effusive, overjoyed thing, held in check— barely— only by the sheer force of professionalism. But then she discards that, bending down to once again rock her weight against his shoulder, an affirmation of his solidity, of his existence. He's here. Here, and alive, dammit!
Then she drops her head and presses against his, a little slantwise, all in a messy, curled up pileup of hands and heads and hearts, and then someone gives a gurgling shout at the edge of the water, and she's up and away to offer them a hand up.]
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Then she drops her head and presses against his, a little slantwise, all in a messy, curled up pileup of hands and heads and hearts, and then someone gives a gurgling shout at the edge of the water, and she's up and away to offer them a hand up.]