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[even the helmet's loud clang doesn't break the spell. it's only when he feels her, warm, alive, that he moves - arms that start slow suddenly clutching at her, and him? well, him burying his face against her, whispering over and over]

Oh, god-oh, God, Abi, it's you, it's you, you're here, oh god-

[he's babbling. weeping. so many emotions are choking him - relief, delight, a terror that this isn't real, a grief battered away by one simple fact;

this is his baby.

his baby has come back to him.]