[ Jack sucks in an unneeded breath as the chill washes over him, his body outside the dream reacting too as the change takes hold. He feels more solid somehow, as though the slow warming had been dissolving him like salt melts away ice. It's a different kind of peace that settles over him than Asti's very presence was providing: a safety, reassurance (he wouldn't disappear) and a hope to see the next winter that felt more than the flimsy straws he'd been grasping at.
He opens his eyes again (when had he closed them?) and without thinking, pulls Asti into a hug. ]
Thank you... not just for fixing me, but for saying that.
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He opens his eyes again (when had he closed them?) and without thinking, pulls Asti into a hug. ]
Thank you... not just for fixing me, but for saying that.