His arms are tight around her, holding him tight against his body for a
moment. He presses his nose into her hair, breathing in the smell of her,
which is still the same, which seems marvelous, somehow. Verging on the
miraculous, whatever that might be for them.
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His arms are tight around her, holding him tight against his body for a moment. He presses his nose into her hair, breathing in the smell of her, which is still the same, which seems marvelous, somehow. Verging on the miraculous, whatever that might be for them.
"Right here," he says.