[And then, slowly, with the subtle tremor of a bomb defuser trying to remember the feeling of old tools in his hands, reaches forward. He's careful. He's so careful. As if he will be burned by this firefly, this tainted angel.]
[He slides them across her waist, then to her back. And solidly pulls her into an embrace.]
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[And then, slowly, with the subtle tremor of a bomb defuser trying to remember the feeling of old tools in his hands, reaches forward. He's careful. He's so careful. As if he will be burned by this firefly, this tainted angel.]
[He slides them across her waist, then to her back. And solidly pulls her into an embrace.]
[He remembers this happiness.]
[He remembers this despair.]
[Both wound him more than any weapon could.]