[No need to push her away. She's pulling back, falling into place beside him on the sofa, and her eyes settle on his hand. One twenty years healed when she last saw him, and one perfectly intact the last time he was here. Now? Now, the hurt is fresh. She goes pale as a ghost as it dawns on her.]
Oh, Jamie.
[Wentworth was decades ago for the both of them, but still a sharp, crisp memory. A thing that will stay with the both of them until they die. She knows how young he is now, and that makes her head spin more so than it did before, but all she can do is focus on him. Gently, she reaches out for his hand.]
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Oh, Jamie.
[Wentworth was decades ago for the both of them, but still a sharp, crisp memory. A thing that will stay with the both of them until they die. She knows how young he is now, and that makes her head spin more so than it did before, but all she can do is focus on him. Gently, she reaches out for his hand.]
I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?