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[sheathedsteel]

ｅｔｅｒｎａｌｌｙ ｏｐｅｎ ｐｏｓｔ

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ffff good i love yours more (stalker raleigh stealing his soaps and shirts)

[sheathedsteel]

[ Three months is a long time. A very long time.

Phone calls had sustained him, somewhat, but hearing her voice over a phone line isn't nearly as comforting as hearing it in person or in his head, even though they might not get to drift again for quite some time. He still feels a pang of regret for not letting her have her teary goodbye — and yes, there would definitely have been tears on her part, and probably a stoic stiff upper lip on his part, and then kissing (which yes, he would have liked) and then crushing despair on the helicopter ride, afterwards — and when he sees her sitting on his desk like that, he wonders at first for a split-second if she's angry with him, if she's going to hold his evasiveness against him.

But it's soon apparent she's not when she leaps down and rushes over to embrace him, and he drops his duffle bag and eases his arms around her and smiles a bit as he nuzzles into her shoulder — into his shirt — when she says she missed him. ]

...I missed you, too. [ So much. Don't worry, he's not going anywhere again...not unless she comes with him. ]

NO YOU also excuse how late i am omg

[gotcocky]

[He better not be or he'll be introduced to Raleigh's fist and she's got a mean right hook. Right now, she's pretty loathe to let go of him, he presses his face into her shoulder and she moves up onto her toes to tighten her arms around his neck and this is comfortable. This, right here is all that she needs.]

Don't leave again. Please.