Cissie held onto him tightly, pressing close and taking a few deep breaths. He was home, and in one piece--as far as she could tell. She hid her face against his shoulder and took a moment before speaking. "I'm glad you're home too. I--" She stopped, because she didn't want to say she'd been worried, even if he would probably know that's what she wasn't saying. Instead, she asked, "How did it go?"
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Date: 2009-07-25 03:03 am (UTC)