[And, again, he just stares, though he ends up slowly pushing himself up on his forearms. It's...
It's really her, isn't it? She's older. Her hair is longer, the clothes she's wearing are ones he knows were still in her closet, she's not as small, and... and her eyes, blue as the far seas, are filled with tears and he knows why.
It's why his own eyes well up while his jaw tenses, and he finally looks away to lower his head. The last time she came back to him after a long absence, he'd thrown his arms around her and held her close and grinned until he felt like his face split.
Now, though, he leans around until he can press his forehead against the crook of Xion's neck, and his hand holds tightly to her shoulder.
Luke's missed her so much, and needed her. Still needs her.]
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It's really her, isn't it? She's older. Her hair is longer, the clothes she's wearing are ones he knows were still in her closet, she's not as small, and... and her eyes, blue as the far seas, are filled with tears and he knows why.
It's why his own eyes well up while his jaw tenses, and he finally looks away to lower his head. The last time she came back to him after a long absence, he'd thrown his arms around her and held her close and grinned until he felt like his face split.
Now, though, he leans around until he can press his forehead against the crook of Xion's neck, and his hand holds tightly to her shoulder.
Luke's missed her so much, and needed her. Still needs her.]