He pulls her in against her chest, and things like familarity and safety
and something that feels a lot like being in love floods through
Joyce. She presses her face against his shirt for a moment and just
breathes him in.
"Holy shit," she echoes, all but clinging to him, even if it's only been a
couple of hours since she saw him last. She's just proving to herself that
he's alive. More than just alive. That he's okay.
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Date: 2022-10-18 06:48 pm (UTC)He pulls her in against her chest, and things like familarity and safety and something that feels a lot like being in love floods through Joyce. She presses her face against his shirt for a moment and just breathes him in.
"Holy shit," she echoes, all but clinging to him, even if it's only been a couple of hours since she saw him last. She's just proving to herself that he's alive. More than just alive. That he's okay.