[ Thank the gods he still has his gloves on, or the touch of her hand would make him recoil. As it is, he has to suppress the flinch at her getting even that close to his filthy hands. ]
I'm so glad you're all right. [ He lifts his head, a little, and forces himself to look at her despite every shred of him screaming he's unworthy. He is pale and thin, with dark circles under his eyes. Gods, she looks healthy and whole, worried and sad, but full of color and life.
A tear streaks down his cheek before he can stop it. His smile is like a gash, but he can't stop that either. ] I'm so glad.
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I'm so glad you're all right. [ He lifts his head, a little, and forces himself to look at her despite every shred of him screaming he's unworthy. He is pale and thin, with dark circles under his eyes. Gods, she looks healthy and whole, worried and sad, but full of color and life.
A tear streaks down his cheek before he can stop it. His smile is like a gash, but he can't stop that either. ] I'm so glad.