It's almost as if being comfortable was going to break the illusion on its own, but he surrenders to it again and closes his eyes, feeling her fingers in his hair. It is bliss. Was, but he pushes that thought away as he hears her voice and turns his head so he can just look at her, and smile sadly.
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Date: 2012-07-26 05:04 pm (UTC)From:"Hi."