[She wants to kiss him in relief. She won't, but the urge is there, strong as ever, if not more so now that... well. It's a terrifying thought, him facing the four knocks. On his own, no less. But he was here, wasn't he? He was ... He could never leave. He couldn't. Because Rose knew, or at least guesstimated (painful as it was), that if he ever did go back...
It was her turn to pull him down into another hug, tighter, if possible, than last time.]
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It was her turn to pull him down into another hug, tighter, if possible, than last time.]
Don't go anywhere.