[Amy hadn't expected that hug, considering how she'd felt him withdrawing into himself just a few moments before--but she leans into it gratefully, hooking her arms under his and resting her cheek on his ear. Her Rory. Her stupid, adorably bumbling, ridiculously heroic, steadfastly loyal Rory. God, she loves him. And she wishes that he knew just how much, because she doesn't think he does, even though she's done her best since their marriage to show it.
When he stands back, she gives him a faint, watery smile]
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When he stands back, she gives him a faint, watery smile]
And get you in bed, yeah?