[The warmth of her hands is seeping through, and Naoki exhales a sigh that shudders on its way out, a sigh like he's letting out all of the worries that have been boiling ever since they were separated. His fingers relax slightly against her, though there's no sign he's going to let go.
His fingers sweep along her back, though, up, tracing gently, like he's forgotten and he needs to remember.]
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His fingers sweep along her back, though, up, tracing gently, like he's forgotten and he needs to remember.]
I'm so glad you're okay, Yang.