[His heart stopped.

It started again, far too hard, louder than breath

Which was quite a feat considering his breathing was… If he'd been able to cry, it might have been his turn, then.

He was mostly glad he wasn't, because how dare he make this about him, possibly overload the moment for her…

At the same time… how to articulate the worlds that meant… that she'd say it, that she'd say it first…]

I didn't want to presume anything. Not from a moment that was supposed to be an ending, not a beginning.

But this is all I've wanted to do since Scarif. Be with you.