[ Just before the door opens, Hei hesitates. Go. Just go. One quick turn and he'd be out of sight. There's no reason to get into this. But he doesn't move. When the door opens, it's to Yin's form outlined in light, almost preternaturally still. Despite the dead stillness from which Dolls get their nickname, she's never seemed dead or still to him. But now... ]
[ It's still Yin. A little more faded. A little more bleak. But still her. ]
[ When she reaches to hug him, it's a palpable shock. Not the spontaneity of it -- but the fact that she'd want to touch him at all. He nearly jerks back, as if they're caught in a duel. But the moment her arms pass around him, Hei represses a twinge. It's not discomfort but relief. (The relief that seeing her makes him capable of feeling anything at all.) He catches her tight against him in the doorway, swooping her up so her feet skim the floor; it's almost like dancing. ]
[ Face in her hair, Hei squeezes her hard. He wants to say something. I'm sorry. Or It's all right. But his throat burns around stoppered words. It's a long moment before he murmurs, without letting go, ] We can talk inside. [ Even if he's not sure about what. ]
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[ It's still Yin. A little more faded. A little more bleak. But still her. ]
[ When she reaches to hug him, it's a palpable shock. Not the spontaneity of it -- but the fact that she'd want to touch him at all. He nearly jerks back, as if they're caught in a duel. But the moment her arms pass around him, Hei represses a twinge. It's not discomfort but relief. (The relief that seeing her makes him capable of feeling anything at all.) He catches her tight against him in the doorway, swooping her up so her feet skim the floor; it's almost like dancing. ]
[ Face in her hair, Hei squeezes her hard. He wants to say something. I'm sorry. Or It's all right. But his throat burns around stoppered words. It's a long moment before he murmurs, without letting go, ] We can talk inside. [ Even if he's not sure about what. ]