[ Her logic briefly catches up when he stills at her touch, stares at her—long enough for her heart to skip one beat out of step, uncertain, suddenly worried—and then his eyes close instead, and he doesn't pull away. And the next few beats of her heart ache entirely differently, even as relief, at his acceptance, is an echo around them.
Jean tries to keep her tone light, but the last few seconds have gotten it caught in her throat a touch. ] Dying murder-planet, and multiversal kidnapping aside, I'm glad you were wrong.
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Jean tries to keep her tone light, but the last few seconds have gotten it caught in her throat a touch. ]
Dying murder-planet, and multiversal kidnapping aside, I'm glad you were wrong.
It is good to see you again, Nate.