[ Harper squeezed, gently, of course, her hold on Strange. It mirrored the own squeezing of her heart as she listened to him, as she felt him live and breath right there beside her. How many nights had she dreamt of this? How many times had she woken up only to be disappointed and heartbroken? But now he really was there, he was in her bed and she was not letting go any time soon. ]
I don't know, you might get sick of me.
[ It was a reflex to joke. Not just to joke, but the mask her real fears up in that joke. Five years alone had done nothing to heal her fear of abandonment. It was a testament to how much she cared about Strange that she could be this happy and welcome him into her home even though she still feared his departure. ]
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I don't know, you might get sick of me.
[ It was a reflex to joke. Not just to joke, but the mask her real fears up in that joke. Five years alone had done nothing to heal her fear of abandonment. It was a testament to how much she cared about Strange that she could be this happy and welcome him into her home even though she still feared his departure. ]