[He doesn't move when she reaches out, nor tenses when she does touch him. Though when she does, she'll immediately realize that the brief outburst was only briefly hiding the fact that he is trembling in grief despite not allowing himself to do aught else on the emotion he still isn't sure himself is real or not.
But the decisions he made, and what she'd become to him in the fourteen months they spent together yet apart. Those were real enough.]
We were finally free... reunited, too, and-
[He stops himself.]
Sorry.
[He looks over his shoulder with a faint, apologetic smile as he lowers his fist from the wall and to his side.]
You knew her, didn't you? Or, I should say the 'her' in your own time.
[Because time was a fickle thing, even before bringing up the butterfly effect.]
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But the decisions he made, and what she'd become to him in the fourteen months they spent together yet apart. Those were real enough.]
We were finally free... reunited, too, and-
[He stops himself.]
Sorry.
[He looks over his shoulder with a faint, apologetic smile as he lowers his fist from the wall and to his side.]
You knew her, didn't you? Or, I should say the 'her' in your own time.
[Because time was a fickle thing, even before bringing up the butterfly effect.]