[She falls silent a minute, bumping her nose against his collarbone, close to where the scar juts across his chest but not quite, and draws in a slow breath of just the scent of him, leftover perspiration from the party and a hint of the weeds he'd worn in his lapel, a touch of incense and smoke and leather.
He smells like both homes she's known. Her people's campgrounds always smelled of heat and oil and firesmoke, too.]
It's foolish, I know. I just need to hear you say it, plainly. That if I go...I can come back. That this house is mine to come back to, too.
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[She falls silent a minute, bumping her nose against his collarbone, close to where the scar juts across his chest but not quite, and draws in a slow breath of just the scent of him, leftover perspiration from the party and a hint of the weeds he'd worn in his lapel, a touch of incense and smoke and leather.
He smells like both homes she's known. Her people's campgrounds always smelled of heat and oil and firesmoke, too.]
It's foolish, I know. I just need to hear you say it, plainly. That if I go...I can come back. That this house is mine to come back to, too.