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She knew what Hurley wanted to say. That the sash didn’t change her, but in truth it did they just didn’t know how much yet.
“You’re my partner in crime? How could I ever leave you?” Sloane asked with a laugh, reaching out and pushing at Hurley’s bangs a little. She felt a little breathless and light headed now from… well getting sick at the sight of one of her favorite food and the crying.
She uses the wall a little to keep herself up before taking both of Hurley’s hands into her own and bringing them up to her cheeks to rest them there. Hurley always ran warmer than she did, and was happy nothing about that changed.
“Do we have tea?” she finally asks opening her eyes and rubbing hee cheek against the other’s knuckles still.
❝ It... It looked like that for a minute there, can’t blame me for worrying... ❞
It was a weak attempt at attempting to pull back into normalcy, feeling her hair pushed to the side. The bangs swung gently, the red strands slowing to a stop as her eyes reopened.
Her hands were then captured, pressed against the other’s face. A quiet smile settled there as she rubbed her thumbs across the other’s cheekbones, forcing down another sob when she realized that it’s the first time she’s gotten this close to her without either or both of them near death.
She swallowed that down, nodding slowly.
❝ Yeah, I believe so. I wasn’t at home that often so everything should be as it was.” She barely even slept here when Sloane was on the run. Hurley worked long hours at the office, looking for leads, even falling asleep at her desk. She strained her neck a bit to look without moving, dark veins revealed further. They were lesser, that was for sure, but she was told that it would take a bit for the color to return and the veins to unswell.
Hurley didn’t mind too much, she was glad to be alive. She was glad Sloane was alive.
