[ His words don't surprise her, and her hand slides around to cup at the nape of his neck, holding him close. She can't quite stop the tears that slip free - both at his words and the shaking tone he utters them in. ]
Idiot. [ It's said with every ounce of fondness she holds for him, all wry affection, even if it's choked with her own tears, shuddering out between a ragged breath. ] You've always been worthy of it.
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Idiot. [ It's said with every ounce of fondness she holds for him, all wry affection, even if it's choked with her own tears, shuddering out between a ragged breath. ] You've always been worthy of it.