[She tilts her head into his hand, closing her eyes against the familiar weight. It really is him. He's really here, with her, right now; not gone, not replaced, but warm and solid. Her bright, genuine smile fades just a touch, because they'd promised to tell each other the truth. So...]
Now that you're with me, I'm okay.
[Her fingertips gently trace beneath his glasses, follow the arc of his lips, before she finally forces herself to draw back so they can get up out of the street. She'll even offer him a hand!]
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[She tilts her head into his hand, closing her eyes against the familiar weight. It really is him. He's really here, with her, right now; not gone, not replaced, but warm and solid. Her bright, genuine smile fades just a touch, because they'd promised to tell each other the truth. So...]
Now that you're with me, I'm okay.
[Her fingertips gently trace beneath his glasses, follow the arc of his lips, before she finally forces herself to draw back so they can get up out of the street. She'll even offer him a hand!]
The other Scott was nice, but he wasn't you.