[God, it feels good to have her in his arms again, and he's reluctant to loosen the embrace when she moves to put space between them, even if standing around hugging endlessly isn't really practical. He catches the quick motion of her hand even if he missed what prompted it and—wow, is she crying? That's never something he wants to see, but in this context, it doesn't feel too bad.
He's practically beaming at her until she touches his chest where Drake's ring used to hang, and then something feels...wrong. Off. She's not the only one to expect it to still be there, he keeps getting phantom flashes of its slight weight, but its absence shouldn't perplex her so.]
I...yeah. [He speaks cautiously. What's she getting at?] Well, if I didn't, I wouldn't know it—what do you mean?
It must
He's practically beaming at her until she touches his chest where Drake's ring used to hang, and then something feels...wrong. Off. She's not the only one to expect it to still be there, he keeps getting phantom flashes of its slight weight, but its absence shouldn't perplex her so.]
I...yeah. [He speaks cautiously. What's she getting at?] Well, if I didn't, I wouldn't know it—what do you mean?