This is real. Everything that had been muted and far away slides back into place, a jumble of signals ringing loud and clear. There's a pause, where kissing turns into nuzzling, where hands slide to shoulders and grip tight. His eyes regain focus, not distant, not drifting, but here.
His voice struggles to find itself, but that he has a voice at all is...progress. "I'm here with you."
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His voice struggles to find itself, but that he has a voice at all is...progress. "I'm here with you."