[Rory all but burrows into her side, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus all of his senses on Amy--her fingers threaded through his, the weight of her leaning on him, the smell of the soap and shampoo she uses. Anything to keep from thinking about Melody. Except that's impossible, because being so close to Amy makes him remember how she'd looked when he'd come through that door at Demon's Run, the first time he'd set eyes on her in weeks (months). Only the fact that he was carrying Melody kept him from running to her and tackling her in the fiercest of embraces. And he'd tried so hard to stay in control of his emotions for her sake, but he couldn't. His family--his *family*--was reunited together, and Amy was teary-eyed and reaching out for the both of them, and relief and elation and bittersweetness and *love*--love so strong it choked--were all swirling together to make a mess of him. So he cried too, but Amy didn't mind. Neither did Melody. His beautiful baby girl ...
In the present, Rory's face threatens to crumple again and he takes a deep breath, struggling to push the tears back down. He might be willing to physically lean on Amy at the moment, but he still feels incredibly isolated and alone. It doesn't help that he's already spent a lifetime keeping silent and internalizing his sorrows]
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In the present, Rory's face threatens to crumple again and he takes a deep breath, struggling to push the tears back down. He might be willing to physically lean on Amy at the moment, but he still feels incredibly isolated and alone. It doesn't help that he's already spent a lifetime keeping silent and internalizing his sorrows]