[ Honestly...yeah, it's not out of the question that he's bursting into tears because he doesn't want to prune...but no, it's just the overwhelming onslaught of emotion that crashes over him like a wave. It's everything at once — joy, relief, grief, loneliness, gratitude — but above all, love, engulfing love, that threatens to drown him, the weight of it pressing down on his shoulders — until she is there, winding her arms around him, holding him close. Without another thought, he turns to press his face into her neck, his tears slipping onto her skin. ]
I-I know. [ He hiccups in a breath, before his tone steadies. ] I know.
[ It's in part why he weeps now, because he is at last here, at last safe. That simple fact is so much to take in, that it can't help but be overwhelming. ]
I just...
[ But words fail him then, so instead, he simply lets his eyes fall closed against her neck, inhaling the scent of her, reveling in it, and the familiar warmth of her skin. ]
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I-I know. [ He hiccups in a breath, before his tone steadies. ] I know.
[ It's in part why he weeps now, because he is at last here, at last safe. That simple fact is so much to take in, that it can't help but be overwhelming. ]
I just...
[ But words fail him then, so instead, he simply lets his eyes fall closed against her neck, inhaling the scent of her, reveling in it, and the familiar warmth of her skin. ]