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[makemeasong]

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[makemeasong]

[ Clara's arms wrap around him tightly, clinging a bit like she really doesn't want to let go. She'd been so afraid, but then he'd been there, he'd saved her. And that's why, after her ten seconds are up, she presses a soft kiss to his cheek. Her eyes close when she does, and then she steps back. ]

Alright, shoo. Go on, my doctor is strict, he'll check up on me so I'd better sleep.

[twelfthsong]

[ In the brief moment that they hug (ten seconds exactly) he holds her tight and his eyes flutter closed. Without his psychic abilities or a tether to her she can't tell that he feels comforted by it but he hopes that she gets the sentiment anyway.

The flutter of her lips on his cheek roots him to his spot and his brain short circuits. It takes him a minute to reply but he starts by clearing his throat. ]

Right. Wouldn't want to get on his bad side. Sleep well.

[ He waits until the door closes firmly behind her before going letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in. It's only a beat later that he turns on his heel and making a beeline straight for the library. ]