[Rory sort of--sighs quietly in something approaching disappointment when Amy pulls away, but he doesn't chase after her. Instead he keeps his eyes closed and lightly bumps the tip of his nose against hers]
... A little. Yeah.
[and it's the truth. He no longer feels like he's a threat to completely fall apart any second, he's not crying, and the awful aching pain in his chest has receded a fair bit. He attempts another smile for her; this time his mouth quirks at one corner]
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... A little. Yeah.
[and it's the truth. He no longer feels like he's a threat to completely fall apart any second, he's not crying, and the awful aching pain in his chest has receded a fair bit. He attempts another smile for her; this time his mouth quirks at one corner]
Thanks.