[ The way her cheek brushes his is at once strange and so familiar. Itβs something he would normally have pulled away from nervously, something he never would have initiated himself, but now it seems natural. Easy. Comforting. Her fingers curling into his clothes are welcomed because it means she isnβt going anywhere without him - that heβll be taken along, like a pack should be. As though he actually belongs somewhere, here.
Itβs a challenge to find any words to respond with, but eventually he does. ]
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Itβs a challenge to find any words to respond with, but eventually he does. ]
Is it?