"It's all right. What matters is thou'rt here now. Wouldst…? Here. Let me—" He lies down on the bed, body turned towards me, and holds the coverlet up in such a way that it is clear he intends me to crawl not just into his bed, but into his arms.
I do.
i couldnt let this scene go augh!!! if you haven't yet, go read Even if there are dreams—it is gorgeous and healing and the perfect tonic for your grief of stones hangover












