[He shivers a little, wishing that they could touch - if this was the afterlife he knew, their hands would have met, warm and comforting - but the gesture is enough.
It has to be.]
...Thank you.
[His gaze turns just as soft, just as in love - softly smiling at the person who makes everything always feel okay again with such regularity.
Then something in his mind connects, and he slaps his head.]
-Shit, that's Right! My real body is back in my world! I never lost my actual one at all!
no subject
It has to be.]
...Thank you.
[His gaze turns just as soft, just as in love - softly smiling at the person who makes everything always feel okay again with such regularity.
Then something in his mind connects, and he slaps his head.]
-Shit, that's Right! My real body is back in my world! I never lost my actual one at all!