( Look at them both nailing this so well. Five years apart, two weeks together, another six months and a dimension apart again immediately after — and yet somehow, sharing exactly the same messy vibes just like they always have. Honestly, being a tangle of limbs and blankets and bloody cotton nosebleed stoppers on the floor is way more right than his perfect mental-image of a reunion ever could have been.
He finds her forearms as her hands reach for him, and it's automatic to guide her, to pull her half-on top of him even though his ass hurts, and the floor is cold and there's a book digging into his hip and he's struggling to sit upright again. )
Yeah. Hi. It's me.
( And it's her, and his hands are around her biceps, her face swimming back into view in the dim firelight.
It's her. It's her.
Suddenly, his throat feels thick again. His eyes burn. His chest aches. That feeling of utter loss echoes through him, a phantom pang. )
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He finds her forearms as her hands reach for him, and it's automatic to guide her, to pull her half-on top of him even though his ass hurts, and the floor is cold and there's a book digging into his hip and he's struggling to sit upright again. )
Yeah. Hi. It's me.
( And it's her, and his hands are around her biceps, her face swimming back into view in the dim firelight.
It's her. It's her.
Suddenly, his throat feels thick again. His eyes burn. His chest aches. That feeling of utter loss echoes through him, a phantom pang. )
You, um. I remember. Sabine, you're... you...
( You died. You left me. )