[ Enfolding her in his arms is the most natural and necessary thing in the world right now, and as he clings to her in return, one hand comes to rest lightly against her back. He notices a few things immediately; the cadence of her beating heart, the weight of her against his chest, the bliss of breathing her in as she presses closer in return. ]
I hurt you. More than once.
[ There's a steadiness to his voice, yet it will likely sound distant, even removed somewhat from where he is right now. He's here, but not; so far away and far ahead, already running towards a moment away from her where he isn't near enough to hurt her again. ]
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I hurt you. More than once.
[ There's a steadiness to his voice, yet it will likely sound distant, even removed somewhat from where he is right now. He's here, but not; so far away and far ahead, already running towards a moment away from her where he isn't near enough to hurt her again. ]