[His arms wrap around her shoulders, fingers gripping at her tightly as though he's afraid she's going to slip through them again. He's perfectly content to hold onto her as long as she'll allow him to. It could have been an hour that they stood there, as well as his sense of time is working.
He surrenders his face to her touch, feeling a strange, sick feeling of shame as she looks at him. God, does he wish he could just rip off this stupid visor and see her with his own eyes. What must she be thinking, looking at him? Comparing him to the way he was before? Wondering what kind of a freak he is, looking like this now?
Diego lets out a shuddering breath as she strokes his cheek, lowering his face.]
Three years ago. November 10th. 2017. And I've been here for... nearly two years now.
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He surrenders his face to her touch, feeling a strange, sick feeling of shame as she looks at him. God, does he wish he could just rip off this stupid visor and see her with his own eyes. What must she be thinking, looking at him? Comparing him to the way he was before? Wondering what kind of a freak he is, looking like this now?
Diego lets out a shuddering breath as she strokes his cheek, lowering his face.]
Three years ago. November 10th. 2017. And I've been here for... nearly two years now.