[She closes her eyes, soaking in the warmth of his arms around her, the press of his lips against her hair and the feel of his body against hers. The uniform is weird and different, but he's Scott. He's her Scott.
Her throat closes up when he says that he missed her, and all she can manage is a quiet little noise as she grips him more tightly. She doesn't know how long it was for him, and she can ask later if he meant the whole time he was gone, or just the span between reappearing here and her arrival -- honestly, she isn't even sure if she wants to know. But it's what she wants to hear right now.]
...You okay? [she asks quietly, voice starting to break. She should look and check and make sure he's not hurt, but that would mean letting go of him, and she's not quite ready to do that yet.]
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Her throat closes up when he says that he missed her, and all she can manage is a quiet little noise as she grips him more tightly. She doesn't know how long it was for him, and she can ask later if he meant the whole time he was gone, or just the span between reappearing here and her arrival -- honestly, she isn't even sure if she wants to know. But it's what she wants to hear right now.]
...You okay? [she asks quietly, voice starting to break. She should look and check and make sure he's not hurt, but that would mean letting go of him, and she's not quite ready to do that yet.]