[The touches were soothing, familiar, and Henry presses into them with a low noise; it ached, the idea that this- that it could've been over, that he wouldn't feel it again.
But the crying eventually switches to a sort of laughter, and if it's a little hysterical, it's nonetheless genuine. The past few days had been a shock, there'd been no time to even try adjusting- and now Ryan was back, he hadn't lost everything.
From trailing over his face, his lips finally find his, deepening the kiss, as his hand shifts to touch his face, wanting to reassure, and be reassured. His fingers brush at the dampness on his cheeks, his murmur muffled by the kiss but unwilling to break it.
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But the crying eventually switches to a sort of laughter, and if it's a little hysterical, it's nonetheless genuine. The past few days had been a shock, there'd been no time to even try adjusting- and now Ryan was back, he hadn't lost everything.
From trailing over his face, his lips finally find his, deepening the kiss, as his hand shifts to touch his face, wanting to reassure, and be reassured. His fingers brush at the dampness on his cheeks, his murmur muffled by the kiss but unwilling to break it.
It was alright. Everything was alright now.]