[Their hug is decidedly natural, warm -- he's not interacting with some feigned thing, ever the doubter, even before the planet itself tried to fool him into hearing voices, seeing images of those absent. Allura's first to move back, Keith mirrors the motion and returns a less-tearful glance, a slight nod with her observation.
He's inferring it the wrong way, but it's irrelevant for now...]
Not...not right now.
[A downward glance, falling to some far corner.]
It doesn't matter how long we wait here, everyone wakes up at their own pace.
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He's inferring it the wrong way, but it's irrelevant for now...]
Not...not right now.
[A downward glance, falling to some far corner.]
It doesn't matter how long we wait here, everyone wakes up at their own pace.
[Unfortunately.]