He's wrapped her, force of it bruising almost. She's solid, and something inside him, it mends; splinters and fragments returned to their place, pieces connecting and portions restored. Perhaps it's a "happiness" healing those parts, sealing the wounds as kintsugi could do, a warming and shimmering gold on his scars.
He's grateful, so gladdened, he's numbed from its feel.]
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He's wrapped her, force of it bruising almost. She's solid, and something inside him, it mends; splinters and fragments returned to their place, pieces connecting and portions restored. Perhaps it's a "happiness" healing those parts, sealing the wounds as kintsugi could do, a warming and shimmering gold on his scars.
He's grateful, so gladdened, he's numbed from its feel.]
You're too slow.
[He'd hated it, waiting so long.]