[There's a old, nostalgic feeling that comes with the way her thumb pressed over those wrinkles, one that takes him all the way back to those bygone years. Bit of a bittersweet feeling, really, with the bitterness only more painful when they are like this and he's once again reminded of everything they lost, how ruined they became towards one another. Of that "what if" had things been different for them.
And how he had once realized she would never come bursting through his door again, that it would have to be others who would take that spot... But never in the same way she did. Never with that close, tender warm touch because no one except Mid would ever dare. And while the memories and expectations would fade, they were never forgotten. Not completely. Perhaps even this time a part of him had wanted her to fly in and he just never realized it.
So he can only stare at her for a moment before there's that light quirk of his lips, that somewhat hollow grin that habitually forms when even the smallest joke manages to form.]
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And how he had once realized she would never come bursting through his door again, that it would have to be others who would take that spot... But never in the same way she did. Never with that close, tender warm touch because no one except Mid would ever dare. And while the memories and expectations would fade, they were never forgotten. Not completely. Perhaps even this time a part of him had wanted her to fly in and he just never realized it.
So he can only stare at her for a moment before there's that light quirk of his lips, that somewhat hollow grin that habitually forms when even the smallest joke manages to form.]
Hard one to break.