[She's smaller now than she had been the last time she saw him. Months of picking at hospital food and not really eating have taken a toll on her. But his arms are around her and she feels safe, his laughter letting her know that it's okay for her to laugh too. Which she does, even as it trails off into a shuddering sob.]
You ran?
[She has to laugh to keep from apologizing again. Or worse, crying more. The thought of him running and leaving her there all alone is depressing. He shouldn't have had to deal with that.]
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You ran?
[She has to laugh to keep from apologizing again. Or worse, crying more. The thought of him running and leaving her there all alone is depressing. He shouldn't have had to deal with that.]
It doesn't matter. We're both alive here. And —
Wait. How long have you been here, Eddie?