[Isaac doesn't know what to think of the relief that suddenly washes over her face and the arms that are suddenly around him, pulling him close. And he doesn't know what to do, either, doesn't know how to react, so he just keeps still, presses his chin idly against her head, tries not to think about how he could have killed her. Like he's killed so many others.]
...yeah. Yeah, it did.
[Quiet, soft. He takes in a deep breath and buries his face in the expanse of her hair, arms wrapping around her shoulders suddenly to pull her tightly against him.]
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...yeah. Yeah, it did.
[Quiet, soft. He takes in a deep breath and buries his face in the expanse of her hair, arms wrapping around her shoulders suddenly to pull her tightly against him.]
I'm glad you're okay.