[Amy won't blame him if he doesn't remember, but the thing is... this need that he has, she can sympathize with it, too. She'd felt much the same way immediately after the Dream Lord, both here and back home--having a sort of ridiculous need to be very close to him at all times, not wanting to let him out of her sight, out of an equally ridiculous fear that they were wrong (*she* was wrong) and they're still in a dream, and in the real world, Rory was dead.
She'd managed to shrug that neediness off fairly quickly, on the outside at least, and jump headlong into the next adventure. But it had lingered in her gut for weeks.
So she understands, or at least she hopes she does. The hand that's trapped between them is laid flat against his chest now, and she applies a little pressure for a brief moment in an awkward gesture of 'it's okay'; she keeps the fingertips of her other hand in his hair, her palm on his cheek, and lets him hold her as tightly as he needs to]
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She'd managed to shrug that neediness off fairly quickly, on the outside at least, and jump headlong into the next adventure. But it had lingered in her gut for weeks.
So she understands, or at least she hopes she does. The hand that's trapped between them is laid flat against his chest now, and she applies a little pressure for a brief moment in an awkward gesture of 'it's okay'; she keeps the fingertips of her other hand in his hair, her palm on his cheek, and lets him hold her as tightly as he needs to]