[he's clinging to her like he's afraid she'll disappear. and who's to say she won't? the Hamadas did. Akito did. Thomas did. he doesn't want her to go. the thought terrifies him beyond measure, and he tries desperately to get this under control, because the last time he cried like this in front of Abigail
well, was when she was a child. and when he made himself promise to not cry again. to not subject her to that. but he can't help himself right now, because oh, god, his baby, his child, god help anyone who tries to take her away from him again, he'll do whatever it takes to keep her
blearily, he looks past her, registering the person beyond her as a person and not just a fixture. it helps him get control of himself, in a way, with the understanding that he's not alone. he clenches trembling hand, breathes in an unsteady breath, and then lets it out in a shaky exhale before pulling back to look at Abigail and smooth back her hair.]
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well, was when she was a child. and when he made himself promise to not cry again. to not subject her to that. but he can't help himself right now, because oh, god, his baby, his child, god help anyone who tries to take her away from him again, he'll do whatever it takes to keep her
blearily, he looks past her, registering the person beyond her as a person and not just a fixture. it helps him get control of himself, in a way, with the understanding that he's not alone. he clenches trembling hand, breathes in an unsteady breath, and then lets it out in a shaky exhale before pulling back to look at Abigail and smooth back her hair.]
Baby, I- I'm sorry, sweetie. I've missed you.