[Time passes strangely between the photograph and outside of the photograph, but there are still a few long, painfully long beats of time where there is no Altria, and she does not appear.
--And then there she is, coming back to herself as if also waking from a dream. Her face is clean, but she still immediately scrubs at it with an arm, dragging in a shaky breath...
And then she straightens, turning to look at him. He's... okay. He's here. Just like he promised. Just like he needed to be.
She steps forward and just... rests her face against his shoulder. She's not crying, but... he's tangible, and moving, and okay, and for a moment, she just needs to remind herself of that.]
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--And then there she is, coming back to herself as if also waking from a dream. Her face is clean, but she still immediately scrubs at it with an arm, dragging in a shaky breath...
And then she straightens, turning to look at him. He's... okay. He's here. Just like he promised. Just like he needed to be.
She steps forward and just... rests her face against his shoulder. She's not crying, but... he's tangible, and moving, and okay, and for a moment, she just needs to remind herself of that.]