[ He lays his hand on her hip as soon as she kisses him. It's a response, in part, but he hasn't forgotten what happened in India. When she pulls back his arm circles around her, holding her upright. He watches her, head tilted, a plainer crow, searching for what it's like to feel that, for how it might affect her in ways she won't or can't express.
It confirms, at least, that the memory of dying wasn't just suppressed. ]
I did. If I ever go back, it'll only be another minute. I heard it from other people.
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It confirms, at least, that the memory of dying wasn't just suppressed. ]
I did. If I ever go back, it'll only be another minute. I heard it from other people.
[ More or less, not really, sort of. ]