[Something in his chest catches when she starts playing with his hair. It's so achingly familiar and so foreign, after so long, that it brings up a swell of emotions she's not entirely sure how to handle, not without doing something stupid like crying again.]
That and blowing shit up, huh? Nothing changes.
[He knows she won't have missed his reaction, but maybe she'll let him pretend it didn't happen.]
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That and blowing shit up, huh? Nothing changes.
[He knows she won't have missed his reaction, but maybe she'll let him pretend it didn't happen.]