[ He hesitates at first, then passes an arm around her. Her hair is cool and smoothly-slippy against his cheek. The texture reminds him of something laminated; even in the war, despite the poverty of their diets, it had such a pretty sheen. Against the grime of the safehouse, it's easy for Hei to perceive her as shining. Is more amazed than ever, that in the midst of so much downpour of loss and strangeness in his past, he's reunited with her here -- free to enjoy the one connection in his life that's always been real and solid. ]
I am. [ Another set of tremors spreads beneath them, but they barely last five seconds. He times them to the rhythm of his and Pai's breathing, waiting until they fade. Then, ] I'm going to turn myself in. Running is a pointless option.
[ His hand lifts to smooth the hair from her forehead. It's an unspoken I'm sorry and Don't be angry and Don't do anything rash. ]
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I am. [ Another set of tremors spreads beneath them, but they barely last five seconds. He times them to the rhythm of his and Pai's breathing, waiting until they fade. Then, ] I'm going to turn myself in. Running is a pointless option.
[ His hand lifts to smooth the hair from her forehead. It's an unspoken I'm sorry and Don't be angry and Don't do anything rash. ]