He squeezes her fingers back, a gentle familiar pressure. Her smile is familiar, too, a shape he'd thought of, and missed, and could remember but seeing it is different--better, more, complete.
"Now, yeah." Honesty. "Or better. I don't know what to talk about either or--how to put it to words, any of it. What it was like without you, or even--" Another little squeeze to her fingers. "This."
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Date: 2021-09-29 10:18 pm (UTC)"Now, yeah." Honesty. "Or better. I don't know what to talk about either or--how to put it to words, any of it. What it was like without you, or even--" Another little squeeze to her fingers. "This."