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[ He wants to. Feels it keenly, actually, but that doesn't strike him as so strange. He knows about missing the people closest to him. He's never been stupid enough not to be grateful for her, had worked hard to have her at his side in the first place. He's not embarrassed now to have felt the loss of it, or to have the relief show on his face. It would be a hard and thankless job keeping it from her anyway.

The blanket shifts slightly under his hand as he sets it down briefly preceding the rest of him. He meets her eyes, then glances down at the book in front of her without really seeing it. ]

I had a dream before I woke up here, but I don't think it was really a dream.