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[At first he looks a little frazzled by her laughter, eyebrows shooting up on his forehead. What does she mean? 'That's all'? It feels like he's about to explode into a pile of mush! This is so deadly serious, Rumi-

Or at least he'd complain with those very words, if her eyes weren't glinting with fondness. Her hand is held out to him as she stands, and he takes it without a single breath of hesitation. The sheer relief that melts the tension in his shoulders leaves him nearly boneless in her grasp — and she can no doubt hear the fast beating of his heart. Where it once thumped with nervousness, it now thuds with excitement.

And most importantly of all, her tears aren't caused by something she regrets, something that hurts. He holds her and feels a little awed that this is happening; sometimes reality doesn't feel like it could possibly be that. But like all the other times before, waiting for it to all fall to pieces and reveal something cruel never happens.]