[ He moves instincively: cradling you close, holding you near and offering you what steadiness he can give because seeing you like this is bringing to mind how long you'll both have all over again and it stings.
But he's seen you in bad shape. He's seen you down for the count and he won't budge. It's not how long but how you make the most of it.
You said yes. That's all that matters. ]
It's okay, [ he murmurs that softly into your hair. ] It's okay. I've got you.
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But he's seen you in bad shape. He's seen you down for the count and he won't budge. It's not how long but how you make the most of it.
You said yes. That's all that matters. ]
It's okay, [ he murmurs that softly into your hair. ] It's okay. I've got you.