[He would normally shy away from such intimate contact, which is odd when he's always the one draping over other people, but Sharon ought to know he still isn't too good with sentiment. Even now. Perhaps even especially now. Still, he doesn't move when she reaches for him, fingers ghosting his jaw. Maybe it's largely due to the fact that it's Sharon that he can accept this.]
No, this is real. I'm real, I'm here.
[And then he glances up at the crowd around the two of them, feeling some measure of distaste that they're still there, like this is some kind of show. When his gaze meets Sharon's again, any trace of that contempt has been banished.]
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No, this is real. I'm real, I'm here.
[And then he glances up at the crowd around the two of them, feeling some measure of distaste that they're still there, like this is some kind of show. When his gaze meets Sharon's again, any trace of that contempt has been banished.]
We can talk somewhere quieter. Are you hurt?