[His arm slips along her back, holding her tight against him. The ache of his own loss might have been forgotten in his trip through the veil, but he still holds her tight against him. The memory may be gone, but the urge to hold on tightly to the people you love, his own fear of loss, it's still there, and it keeps his arms steady around her.
When the song ends, he doesn't immediately let go. His thumb traces patterns against her hand as they stand there.]
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When the song ends, he doesn't immediately let go. His thumb traces patterns against her hand as they stand there.]