[ She's only almost as tall as he is while in her armor; the boosted height from the boots goes a long way, and there's a startled inhale of breath as York glomps onto her. Because that's what it feels like as he slides off, abandoning cigarette and any pretense of stoicism, and for a moment she freezes as the laughter rings in her ears.
And then. And then.
Her arms move, circling his chest. She's mindful, has to be, of how much stronger she is right now in her armor than he is in that vest she obtained for him, and her breathing stutters as she holds him as close as possible, his name a muffled whisper.]
Taylor...
[She's missed him. She's missed him so much, and tears threaten to spill from her own eyes as she turns her face to rest against his neck, against the loose hair that didn't stay pulled up and out of the way.]
MY LACK OF HUG ICONS HURTS ME SO
And then. And then.
Her arms move, circling his chest. She's mindful, has to be, of how much stronger she is right now in her armor than he is in that vest she obtained for him, and her breathing stutters as she holds him as close as possible, his name a muffled whisper.]
Taylor...
[She's missed him. She's missed him so much, and tears threaten to spill from her own eyes as she turns her face to rest against his neck, against the loose hair that didn't stay pulled up and out of the way.]