[Dawning realization strikes him. Something like nauseousness sweeps through him, leaving a cold trail.] Oh.
[It isn't that he doesn't like it. It's only...
He did not wish for any reminders. Reminders like his burned fingertips. Reminders like this persistent itch in his scalp he cannot get rid of. The sort of thing he isn't letting himself realize.]
Sorry? Why should you ever apologize for wanting to see me? [He takes her basket, like a gentleman, to set it on a side table. But truthfully, he does so to take her in his arms, to hold her tight and lean down to nestle his head against her shoulder. He has to do that again. Lean down, when he once stood up on his toes for her.]
I hope you know what I mean when I say I missed you.
[Because he feels he's had her for so very long, weaving in and out of her life, but... she is here, too, and he could have gone to seen her, but had not. As if some wall held him back.]
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[Dawning realization strikes him. Something like nauseousness sweeps through him, leaving a cold trail.] Oh.
[It isn't that he doesn't like it. It's only...
He did not wish for any reminders. Reminders like his burned fingertips. Reminders like this persistent itch in his scalp he cannot get rid of. The sort of thing he isn't letting himself realize.]
Sorry? Why should you ever apologize for wanting to see me? [He takes her basket, like a gentleman, to set it on a side table. But truthfully, he does so to take her in his arms, to hold her tight and lean down to nestle his head against her shoulder. He has to do that again. Lean down, when he once stood up on his toes for her.]
I hope you know what I mean when I say I missed you.
[Because he feels he's had her for so very long, weaving in and out of her life, but... she is here, too, and he could have gone to seen her, but had not. As if some wall held him back.]