[his own fingertips push through the hair at the nape of her neck, his face twisting in sorrow again as he slides his nose alongside hers, tilts his face into her hand, and generally acts like the needy wreck he is]
I--I missed you.
[faintly, he knows he sounds like a broken record and he knows 'I missed you' sounds ridiculous because technically they were never separated at all--here--and he was the one unconscious so he couldn't possibly miss anything. But Amy will know what he means.
All those weeks. Alone. Planning, searching, worrying.
Rory shifts his body even closer, seeking to press himself flush against her. Amy's skin is soft and smooth and warm and--he doesn't CARE, here, that she's Flesh--it feels so good molded to his, like some sort of perfect body pillow, and again he has the crazy thought that Amy's nearness and touch are the only things keeping him from a truly ugly, truly SERIOUS breakdown]
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[his own fingertips push through the hair at the nape of her neck, his face twisting in sorrow again as he slides his nose alongside hers, tilts his face into her hand, and generally acts like the needy wreck he is]
I--I missed you.
[faintly, he knows he sounds like a broken record and he knows 'I missed you' sounds ridiculous because technically they were never separated at all--here--and he was the one unconscious so he couldn't possibly miss anything. But Amy will know what he means.
All those weeks. Alone. Planning, searching, worrying.
Rory shifts his body even closer, seeking to press himself flush against her. Amy's skin is soft and smooth and warm and--he doesn't CARE, here, that she's Flesh--it feels so good molded to his, like some sort of perfect body pillow, and again he has the crazy thought that Amy's nearness and touch are the only things keeping him from a truly ugly, truly SERIOUS breakdown]
I thought about you every second you were gone...