[ It seems like all the tension leaves him when her lips meet his, the line of his shoulders relaxing as he grips her skin, pulls her close, holds her face in his hands. It's pure comfort, pure confirmation that she's alive, that they're both alive, that everything's fine—maybe not always, maybe not five minutes from now, but in this one moment of reunion—it's all okay. The noise and bustle around them is completely inconsequential; nothing matters except the warmth of Abby's touch, her kiss, how real she feels in his arms.
Eventually he pulls back, fingers curved to fit her cheek, thumb resting lightly on one damp cheekbone. There are unshed tears in his eyes, ones he hasn't cried since he arrived on this ship, but they're threatening to spill over, blurring the outline of her face as he fights to gain control of himself. Sheepishly, he grins out a laugh, realising how he must look: soppy and adoring and they're both stood there naked, for god's sakes, it's so Notebook, so chick flick, it's ridiculous, but...
But he doesn't care. Doesn't mind. This is too precious a moment to lose in formalities, and he loves her too much to let go. ]
God, it's—I can't believe it's you. [ Connor's still not sure if he should be overjoyed or terrified out of his wits, but—he can't help it. He can't help the flood of emotion any more than he can stop time, and he doesn't want to. ] It's really you.
[ Quietly, after leaning in for another kiss, he puts his forehead to hers. ] I've missed you. You've no idea.
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Eventually he pulls back, fingers curved to fit her cheek, thumb resting lightly on one damp cheekbone. There are unshed tears in his eyes, ones he hasn't cried since he arrived on this ship, but they're threatening to spill over, blurring the outline of her face as he fights to gain control of himself. Sheepishly, he grins out a laugh, realising how he must look: soppy and adoring and they're both stood there naked, for god's sakes, it's so Notebook, so chick flick, it's ridiculous, but...
But he doesn't care. Doesn't mind. This is too precious a moment to lose in formalities, and he loves her too much to let go. ]
God, it's—I can't believe it's you. [ Connor's still not sure if he should be overjoyed or terrified out of his wits, but—he can't help it. He can't help the flood of emotion any more than he can stop time, and he doesn't want to. ] It's really you.
[ Quietly, after leaning in for another kiss, he puts his forehead to hers. ] I've missed you. You've no idea.