[Once they are in the grass, Armin at least has the presence of mind to roll them over so she is sprawled out on top of him. He might not be the heaviest guy in the world, but compared to Angel's slighter frame, this is still going to be far more comfortable.
His fingers, meanwhile, run ceaselessly over her face, through her hair, brushing away her tears before mapping the contours of her cheeks again. He can barely believe she is here again --in the back of his mind he wonders if this is just a good dream, but if it is, he doesn't want to fret about it and wake himself up-- and touching her helps. She feels real under his fingers, warm and soft and everything that he remembers.
He steals a kiss. Then another one. Then just settles for pressing light kisses to ever inch of her face, across her forehead, her nose, her eyelids.]
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His fingers, meanwhile, run ceaselessly over her face, through her hair, brushing away her tears before mapping the contours of her cheeks again. He can barely believe she is here again --in the back of his mind he wonders if this is just a good dream, but if it is, he doesn't want to fret about it and wake himself up-- and touching her helps. She feels real under his fingers, warm and soft and everything that he remembers.
He steals a kiss. Then another one. Then just settles for pressing light kisses to ever inch of her face, across her forehead, her nose, her eyelids.]
I missed you too. So so much.
[He's crying and really doesn't care that he is.]