[He'd accept that deadweight. Just to be able to hold her so close, after weeks of miserable loneliness and self-neglect, consumed by guilt and believing she would never - and should never - come back... It's an odd sort of relief, when he tries to think about it from her perspective, but relief nonetheless.]
[Nanu does not want to let her go.]
[Breathing in the scent of her hair and the soft tuft underneath his chin, reminds him of lilac gardens and Whimsicott in the wind and Poni Meadow with the elegant Sensu Style Oricorio who dance there. The warmth of her weight against his, reminds him of the panic of her ill-fated arrival on the ocean shore and the way she felt in his arms as he placed her on the stretcher and the relief of finding out she was going to make a full recovery. Her words of comfort and longing, reminds him that she is her own person who has endured far too much for any one person to handle and despite everything she finds solace in him. They find solace in each other.]
[Anabel reminds him of home.]
[Gently, almost minutely, Nanu holds her tighter.]
GOOD THINGS BRING TEARS TOO
[Nanu does not want to let her go.]
[Breathing in the scent of her hair and the soft tuft underneath his chin, reminds him of lilac gardens and Whimsicott in the wind and Poni Meadow with the elegant Sensu Style Oricorio who dance there. The warmth of her weight against his, reminds him of the panic of her ill-fated arrival on the ocean shore and the way she felt in his arms as he placed her on the stretcher and the relief of finding out she was going to make a full recovery. Her words of comfort and longing, reminds him that she is her own person who has endured far too much for any one person to handle and despite everything she finds solace in him. They find solace in each other.]
[Anabel reminds him of home.]
[Gently, almost minutely, Nanu holds her tighter.]
...I'd like that.