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“Yes.” She affirms, managing to clock his wrist in her peripheral vision and reaching out, wrapping her slender fingers around the pulse point and trying to focus all of her attention on his heartbeat, allowing her to eventually slow her own to match his. “Okay,” she says after a moment, releasing his wrist. “Okay, I’m… I’m good now.”
He waited patiently until she seemed to be at a level of calm where she could better speak, but didn’t allow her to completely break from him when she released his hand. Instead, his fingers closed around hers, and he crouched to her level. “I missed you,”

















