[The fact that he's calling for her to let herself in is worrisome all on its own, and for a moment her stomach clenches, wondering what she'll see when she walks in-- and a moment later, those fears are confirmed. Her face falls when she sees him, despite being glad that he's there. He looks so much worse than she remembers. So worn down and so broken.
She'd thought to greet him with a hug, but now she was afraid she wouldn't be able to do so without knocking him over. Instead, she walks over and helps herself to the seat beside him without waiting for an invitation, sliding her hand over his and curling her fingers around it. A poor substitute for a hug, maybe, but better than nothing.]
[action!]
She'd thought to greet him with a hug, but now she was afraid she wouldn't be able to do so without knocking him over. Instead, she walks over and helps herself to the seat beside him without waiting for an invitation, sliding her hand over his and curling her fingers around it. A poor substitute for a hug, maybe, but better than nothing.]
I thought you were gone for good.
[It had been a very, very real fear.]