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[Moves to sift through his hair instead]

...Didn't like your first offer?

There was only the one.

[Closes his eyes. He's shivering a little, probably not from the cold.]

She asked if I could afford not to pay.

[Pulls him in closer, a little; hesitates]

...What'd happen if you'd tried?

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[Even quieter:]

...pretty sure I'd've just had to stay. She asked if -

[Hesitates, then hesitates longer.]

- if I wanted to see you again.

[Her hands go still]

Oh.

So - so I wasn't gonna stay. No matter what, I -

I was gonna make it back here.

...Even if--even if you'd got stuck-- I would've gone get you. I would've brought you back. So--so don't worry.

[He takes in a breath, like he wants to say something - but instead he's just. Tearing up, jfc, please hold.]

[Does so, more tightly. Bows her head, voice thick]

Sorry--sorry. Sorry.

No, don't - d-don't be. I -

[His voice breaks, and he has to take a second before he can keep going.]

S'just... good to know, is all.

--I--I'll do better, okay? Promise, I c-can do better.

Dude, you're - you're good.

This is good, it's. [He takes a breath in, and it hitches a little.] I missed this so much, you don't gotta do anything but what you're doing right now.

I gotta make sure you don't die again. Then--

[She starts again, voice more sure]

Then maybe we can talk about being good.

Hey. It was my dumb wish, right? This one's on me.

If--

[Swallows, like she doesn't want to have this conversation--she doesn't--but it's not like she can think about much else, so may as well.]

...I rushed in, like an idiot. I just-- I shouldn't've left you alone. It's just 'cause I...

[Bites her lip, swallows again, harder]

...Just saying...wouldn't've been any problems if we'd had each others backs, is all.

Yeah, well. Least you didn't show up too late to do anything.

This time.

...hey.

[He pulls back a little, but not far - just far enough so that he can rest their foreheads together. One hand comes up, hesitant, to touch her cheek very gently.]

It's done. Kay? It's all done. We're both - we're here now.

[Her cheek is especially hot beneath his hand, jaw tense. From the angle it's hard to tell through her glasses if her eyes are open or shut. Her shoulders are stiff as a board.]

That's the important part. Right?

[He closes his eyes, because there sure are tears standing at the corners of them. His thumb traces the hard line of her jaw, careful.]

We're here, and we're still going. We got tomorrow, and - and the day after, and the day after.

S'like you said. To getting back up, no matter what.

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[She doesn't cry, but she doesn't do anything else, either--can't, all of a sudden--just sits there and breathes in shallow and breathes out too fast. But--

(can't she even do this?)

--Nods, jerky and slow, but definitely a nod.]

[He huffs something that might be a laugh, but it's watery and a little unsteady. The tears break and run down his cheeks, and he pulls back again, but only so that he can scoot in closer, like he was before, to bury his face in the crook where her neck meets her shoulder.]

[Nothing is said since she doesn't trust her voice even a little bit, but she does reach for him eventually, more clinging for dear life than offering comfort but--soon, in a minute. Maybe it's close enough for now.]

[It's good enough. It's better than good enough.]

[Clinging for dear life means they're both still alive to cling.]

[...True.]

[(Which works out since it takes her much more than a minute.)]

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