[The 'finally' is silent, but he feels it anyway. He takes a moment, just cradling her and holding her like he's never done before. He has, of course, but the very last time he saw her... he wasn't really able to touch her.
He's alive again, he's solid and real, and she's just as beautiful as he remembered, and there is nothing about this moment that he would trade for anything else.
He runs a few fingers through her bangs, tugging them out of her eyes.]
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He's alive again, he's solid and real, and she's just as beautiful as he remembered, and there is nothing about this moment that he would trade for anything else.
He runs a few fingers through her bangs, tugging them out of her eyes.]
Sorry to keep you waiting.