[He would take it as it was, pure relief for being alive, being here. He'd done it before, remember? Pulled Rose into his arms, planted one right on her lips, so much joy flooding through him as life returned to his previously stone-cold limbs, as he became flesh and blood instead of cold, unrelenting marble.
Either way, he's wrapping his arms around her again, pulling her up and to his level, leaving her dangling off the ground again, completely supported by his arms, his chest... him as he grins into her hair]
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Either way, he's wrapping his arms around her again, pulling her up and to his level, leaving her dangling off the ground again, completely supported by his arms, his chest... him as he grins into her hair]
I don't plan to.