His arm wraps around her waist, pulling her in. He closes his eyes, breathing deep, taking in the smell of her, hearing the familiar lub-dub of her heart. She was back, and she was alive. For a moment, he's overwhelmed by the sheer amount of relief he feels that she's here again. That if she's here, then she's not in Hell.
He's about to point out that she's asking questions they know have no real answers to. That it's just Wonderland bullshit they all got to just live with- no choice otherwise. But then she says those words, and he stills himself. They're words that have been rattling around in his head for a while, but words he hasn't spoken out loud. Fear, maybe- he's not used to this. It's not supposed to be a part of his narrative. The monster doesn't get the girl. And yet...here she was.
"You beat me to it," he says, his voice his usual rumble- but with gentleness to it that only a select few get to hear.
He takes his time, as always- when things actually matter, Gren is careful with his words. It's important that he does- that it's said right and not just whatever the fuck comes falling out of his mouth at any given time. It's important that she knows he means it. He pulls back, to look at her- really look at her, and he smiles. A real, genuine smile.
"Love you, too," and he felt lighter for the saying of it- he'd worried if Wonderland was fucking with him, that there was a chance she'd go home and never near it. "I really fuckin' missed you."
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He's about to point out that she's asking questions they know have no real answers to. That it's just Wonderland bullshit they all got to just live with- no choice otherwise. But then she says those words, and he stills himself. They're words that have been rattling around in his head for a while, but words he hasn't spoken out loud. Fear, maybe- he's not used to this. It's not supposed to be a part of his narrative. The monster doesn't get the girl. And yet...here she was.
"You beat me to it," he says, his voice his usual rumble- but with gentleness to it that only a select few get to hear.
He takes his time, as always- when things actually matter, Gren is careful with his words. It's important that he does- that it's said right and not just whatever the fuck comes falling out of his mouth at any given time. It's important that she knows he means it. He pulls back, to look at her- really look at her, and he smiles. A real, genuine smile.
"Love you, too," and he felt lighter for the saying of it- he'd worried if Wonderland was fucking with him, that there was a chance she'd go home and never near it. "I really fuckin' missed you."