They probably should have made a toast to home. He didn't think of it, though, and still doesn't. He just places his mostly-empty glass next to hers and closes his eyes, skimming his knuckles over her cheekbone. It'll be alright, the gesture says. It hurts now and it always will, but we'll get up in the morning and keep going.
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Date: 2006-06-05 03:47 am (UTC)