Charlie feels it happen, feels things mend and, when their hands part, his
palm is tender, but whole. He blinks at her, tears still clinging to his
eyelashes, and then he holds out his other hand to her. Because he trusts
her, completely and utterly.
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Charlie feels it happen, feels things mend and, when their hands part, his palm is tender, but whole. He blinks at her, tears still clinging to his eyelashes, and then he holds out his other hand to her. Because he trusts her, completely and utterly.