[idiot! stupid fool idiot! how can you be alive?! she wants very much to rage a bit, and it shows in the gradual-yet-noticable spike in her temperature, but as far as interrogations go? she can't muster it. she can only hang onto him and cry -- cry for him, for what had happened, for what she put up with for months, months not knowing and dreading the worst!
how is he here when the script states he should be well and properly dead?
she needs a few minutes to let cocktail of anguish and shock and relief out, because the longer he holds her means it's less likely she's having some kind of very visceral hallucination. the world practically exploded some months ago -- it's not unlikely that radiation finally got to her brain!
eventually, though, she has enough wits about her to withdraw, bringing her hands up to brush hair out of his face and actually take the sight of him in, almost moved to crying all over again. who did this to him?]
There's a very...very long explanation for all of this. Isn't there.
[because there has to be; he has no other excuse to show up after all this time, looking like this.]
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how is he here when the script states he should be well and properly dead?
she needs a few minutes to let cocktail of anguish and shock and relief out, because the longer he holds her means it's less likely she's having some kind of very visceral hallucination. the world practically exploded some months ago -- it's not unlikely that radiation finally got to her brain!
eventually, though, she has enough wits about her to withdraw, bringing her hands up to brush hair out of his face and actually take the sight of him in, almost moved to crying all over again. who did this to him?]
There's a very...very long explanation for all of this. Isn't there.
[because there has to be; he has no other excuse to show up after all this time, looking like this.]