[She hears the tears in his voice before she can see them. He's buried against her before she can see them. But she can feel the wetness fall into her hair, and her chest tightens, realizing that she'd made him cry again. Whether it was for sadness or happiness, the knowledge that she was the cause behind it...
Her arms slide around, palms pressing to his back before she curls her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, head dropping to his shoulder where she nods against him.]
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Her arms slide around, palms pressing to his back before she curls her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, head dropping to his shoulder where she nods against him.]
Mm. Together. I want that.