[He catches her with his hands on her arms, and at first the intent is to push her back, to hold some distance between them because he cannot afford to crumple now.
His body doesn't follow intent, though, and the moment he has her, he wraps his arms around her, holding her close. She has been terrible to him; she's been manipulative, cruel, and he still cares. He's afraid to consider whether or not he loves her, so he holds her, lets her cry.
He still feels hollowed out, dry leather scraped clean. There's a strange strength to it.]
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His body doesn't follow intent, though, and the moment he has her, he wraps his arms around her, holding her close. She has been terrible to him; she's been manipulative, cruel, and he still cares. He's afraid to consider whether or not he loves her, so he holds her, lets her cry.
He still feels hollowed out, dry leather scraped clean. There's a strange strength to it.]
Inside. [He doesn't want her to see.]