[ The moment Hardison's arms wrap around her, warm and solid, she feels better. He's here, he's alive, he's breathing fresh air, and everything's going to be okay. Everything feels almost normal, for a moment.
He wants to know what's wrong, which is...understandable, she guesses. She'd want to know why if he was this upset. But explaining it is another question. She doesn't want to bring up bad memories for him. Or worry him.
So she stays where she is a moment longer, just enjoying the security of a nice, classic Hardison hug, before pulling back just enough to look up and meet his eyes. ]
I'm okay. [ She is now. And he is, she knows that. But she finds herself wanting to double-check anyway, searching his face. Looking for reassurance that he's okay, that he hasn't been getting locked into coffins and fighting panic attacks while she hasn't had her eye on him. ] Are you okay?
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He wants to know what's wrong, which is...understandable, she guesses. She'd want to know why if he was this upset. But explaining it is another question. She doesn't want to bring up bad memories for him. Or worry him.
So she stays where she is a moment longer, just enjoying the security of a nice, classic Hardison hug, before pulling back just enough to look up and meet his eyes. ]
I'm okay. [ She is now. And he is, she knows that. But she finds herself wanting to double-check anyway, searching his face. Looking for reassurance that he's okay, that he hasn't been getting locked into coffins and fighting panic attacks while she hasn't had her eye on him. ] Are you okay?