[ Her breath catches on a tiny, tired note when he reaches out, and she can feel the warm swipe of his thumb just under her eye. There. This is the Morgan she knows, the one who didn't smile like it hurt him, and that simple touch both comforts and leaves an ache behind-- even as she tries to blink back more tears so that his thumb isn't stuck with a monumental task.
After a few seconds, in which she slowly nods - yes, she's agreeing that he's an idiot - she moves that hand from its place on his chest and lightly presses her fingers to his jaw, where she'd punched him. A silent apology. Not for hitting him, but for maybe doing it as hard as she had.
And then Noire smiles, and it's a weak, trembling thing, but it's there. ]
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After a few seconds, in which she slowly nods - yes, she's agreeing that he's an idiot - she moves that hand from its place on his chest and lightly presses her fingers to his jaw, where she'd punched him. A silent apology. Not for hitting him, but for maybe doing it as hard as she had.
And then Noire smiles, and it's a weak, trembling thing, but it's there. ]
Welcome back, Morgan.