...honestly, dearheart? [His fingers find her hair again carefully, smooths back at a loose strand.] Felt that half myself was missing. It wasn't very pleasant.
((She can't help smiling softly at that. And instead of responding, she'll lean to press her forehead to his, take his hands in hers, and close her eyes.
Sometimes feeling their hearts beating together is enough.))
[It is enough. More than enough, even. It's absolutely what fits the world properly together. His fingers squeeze hers as he lets his own eyes drop shut a moment, entirely at peace.]
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