[It's stupid, really, to have such an immediate and kneejerk reaction to something as simple as let go for a moment, but even despite the fondness and the calm that have settled around them for the duration, the prospect of losing contact with him for even an instant makes something cold spark in the pit of her stomach, and before she even realizes it her hand is clasped around his arm, unexpectedly tight in its unconscious desperation.]
...I.
[But then it hits her, how ridiculous that is, how foolish she feels. He's here, and he's not going anywhere. Why is she reacting like this, about something so inconsequential?]
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[It's stupid, really, to have such an immediate and kneejerk reaction to something as simple as let go for a moment, but even despite the fondness and the calm that have settled around them for the duration, the prospect of losing contact with him for even an instant makes something cold spark in the pit of her stomach, and before she even realizes it her hand is clasped around his arm, unexpectedly tight in its unconscious desperation.]
...I.
[But then it hits her, how ridiculous that is, how foolish she feels. He's here, and he's not going anywhere. Why is she reacting like this, about something so inconsequential?]
...I mean. I...