( In his mind, this reunion is sweet and soft and perfect. He touches her cheek, and she looks up at him with sleepy, dreamy eyes all green and awake and comprehending, and she smiles softly, and he kisses her, and then everything is right.
But this is reality, and his life, and therefor that was never going to happen. Instead, in a much more realistic turn of events, she backhands his hand away so hard both her knuckles and his smack him in his already-injured nose and he cusses, stumbling backward. His crutch catches on a pile of books and then shoots out, hitting the stone floor with a clatter. He follows suit, bruising his ass bone on the ground and groaning as he tenderly pokes at his now-bleeding-again nose.
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But this is reality, and his life, and therefor that was never going to happen. Instead, in a much more realistic turn of events, she backhands his hand away so hard both her knuckles and his smack him in his already-injured nose and he cusses, stumbling backward. His crutch catches on a pile of books and then shoots out, hitting the stone floor with a clatter. He follows suit, bruising his ass bone on the ground and groaning as he tenderly pokes at his now-bleeding-again nose.
From the ground, he offers up a tiny wave. )
Ow. Hi. Sorry. It's me. I- came back. Hi. Again.