[It's the wrong reaction by several fucking years, but Ellie'll take it, after everything they've lost. She works her wrist out of his hold, reaches up to hold on with both arms, taking trembling breaths until they get under control.
She can feel his heartbeat. He's warm. He even smells right.
Even if this is some kind of dream or illusion, she can't be the least bit fucking mad.]
Yeah? [She gasps the word, like she's coming up for air, and the trembling finally starts to subside.]
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She can feel his heartbeat. He's warm. He even smells right.
Even if this is some kind of dream or illusion, she can't be the least bit fucking mad.]
Yeah? [She gasps the word, like she's coming up for air, and the trembling finally starts to subside.]
How long've you been here?