[He goes easy enough - lets himself be hauled in, a little awkward without the leg, but willing to go where she maneuvers him.]
[He doesn't let go - just clings, and breathes, and tries not to cry harder at how impossibly good the words "I've been waiting for you," sound after a nightmare like the one Lilith sent his way.]
Re: 147, late
[He doesn't let go - just clings, and breathes, and tries not to cry harder at how impossibly good the words "I've been waiting for you," sound after a nightmare like the one Lilith sent his way.]