[He's pushed himself up... kind of. Just enough to where he's kneeling, sitting back on his heels and staring at the NV down in his hands, not even thinking to look up and around him.
At least until that voice comes to him. A voice he hasn't heard for months. Even longer than that, if he listened to his Port-less memories.
In a flash, he's up, stumbling and tripping forward, the pull of exhaustion - mental and physical - causing his head to spin a bit before he focuses. And then he's running, moving forward and screw it if she wasn't ready for it. There's no Dalek to interrupt them this time.
He's sweeping her up in a hug whether she likes it or not]
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At least until that voice comes to him. A voice he hasn't heard for months. Even longer than that, if he listened to his Port-less memories.
In a flash, he's up, stumbling and tripping forward, the pull of exhaustion - mental and physical - causing his head to spin a bit before he focuses. And then he's running, moving forward and screw it if she wasn't ready for it. There's no Dalek to interrupt them this time.
He's sweeping her up in a hug whether she likes it or not]