[ Those words should never be difficult to say, but just because they were difficult to say doesn't mean they are any less true. He can hear it in her voice, the love and affection and sorrow and pain, all mingling together in the shape of her heartache, and honestly, he would have understood if she couldn't say it at all. But then she's returning the words to him, and as they settle down beneath the sheets, she curls her hand around his. Maybe it's not the level of contact he wants, but he knows it's the most she can give right now, and so it will be enough. Her hand, warm in his, his camera still nestled between them.
Blinking back tears, he reaches over to switch off the lamp, and settles down onto his pillow, meeting her eyes in the near-darkness. ]
I'll be right here.
[ Should she need anything, or just...a reminder of his presence. ]
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Blinking back tears, he reaches over to switch off the lamp, and settles down onto his pillow, meeting her eyes in the near-darkness. ]
I'll be right here.
[ Should she need anything, or just...a reminder of his presence. ]