…as a hand moves, her hand this time, to grip onto his arm (keep it there, please keep holding me, I don’t want to lose my sight on you again, I don’t want to lose you again), she finds that she doesn’t care that it doesn’t make sense. Because he’s here. He’s here again. He’s alive.
Ramsey doesn’t do much else but stare and find comfort in her hand on his arm; in the fact that she can feel him again. See him again, with her eyes flickering all over and drinking in his disheveled appearance. Talk to him again. Hear him again. Not that there’s much to hear in the first place. He still can’t work out the words bouncing around in his head, and there’s a good couple of beats where they both take each other in, disbelief and tension palpable in the room.
By all means he shouldn’t be here. It’s all so surreal, enough to the point where he’s nervously wondering whether he’s dreaming again. Or otherwise in some fucked up limbo.
And then he’s smacked hard across the face.
🌺 “Shit, ow,” comes a pained hiss. The man recoils at the stinging pain across his cheek, but it just further solidifies the fact that he’s actually here. He can feel his anxieties being assuaged, and the painful ache (or, several aches) in his chest dull slightly.
🌺 “Yeah, okay, get how you’d think I deserved that after just dyin’ on you. It’s— it’s nice to see you, Zora. And actually have you hear me, I mean.” A sigh and a dry chuckle, and he uses his shirt to wipe at the dried blood on his face. That ratty old thing’s definitely getting thrown out by the end of this. Or burned, probably. That’d make him feel just a little bit better about the whole situation.
🌺 “I still can’t believe I…”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s suddenly engulfed in a hug.
🌻 “A-Ah’m—” She sputters. The moment she spoke again felt like ice breaking, and reality is crashing onto her shoulders again and that reality is that Ramsey is here, he’s here! He’s alive, he’s real, and he’s warm! As Zora buried her face into his shoulder, breathing in his life, savoring it, not wanting it to disappear out of her sight ever again, adjusting her grip around him again and again to make sure that she has a anchor hold on him for him to not be ripped out of her grasp ever again, she feels exhausted.
There’s no hesitation before his own arms come to wrap around Zora, holding her close to his chest. He can hear her sniffle some, and it only furthers his want to comfort her. To truly prove that he’s alright. He can only imagine how awful it must’ve been for her to react to the gruesome sight in his bedroom, and then the noises heard from when Percy dealt with…
Shit, they still have to find Percy. As much as he wants to let her sit there and cry it out, as much as she needs to, there’s still someone else they need to check up on. Neither of them could stand to lose someone else. Especially not her again.
🌻 “Ah’m sorry,” She says, and she doesn’t know why she’s saying sorry again, she just said it, but it feels right to say it because he wasn’t there to hear her say sorry for lashing out so she needs to say it again now that he’s here again. “Ah’m, Ah jus’,”
And then she’s trying to apologize, nosing further into his shoulder with a tired voice. She clearly needs a bit to register everything, so he gives it to her. Doesn’t interrupt her, just rubs her back and mumbles reassurances in her ear.
But while he’s comforting her, his phone lights up behind him, a certain name attached to the notifications that come.
