[He is hurt. Not badly, and not nearly as badly as he could have been. Not the way that Scott had been hurt. He hadn't died. At the thought, his arms tighten around her a little more and he lets out a shuddering breath, warmth flooding his eyes and it takes him a moment to realize he's crying.]
Me too. [His voice is kind of choked, and he manages to pull away enough to look at her in the darkness of the room.]
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Me too. [His voice is kind of choked, and he manages to pull away enough to look at her in the darkness of the room.]
You're okay right? You're not hurt?