[ It feels long since they've kissed, time a complicated thing since he'd woken up again, and he's almost tempted to let it last. But everything's become tentative and cautious, and he isn't sure how much of himself is still buried under the rubble. Partially there, partially here, he feels the pressure of her lips draw in closer before they separate and he considers letting himself linger.
He huffs a sigh at her question, pressing his lips together. ]
Unless you slipped me something, I'm pretty sure I'm stable.
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He huffs a sigh at her question, pressing his lips together. ]
Unless you slipped me something, I'm pretty sure I'm stable.