[ Flynn's voice is dripping with relief; all his doubts flee the moment her face crumples. The other Cecelia, the one who—
(his mind won't go there; it's a hazy thing, for now, less because of this place and more a device of his own mind to protect him)
She's shaking her head, and she looks stricken and pale and awful, and Flynn knows that they're in the middle of a public place but he's here and she is here, and that's what matters, because if Cecelia is here then they'll be find because she will figure it out, and it's that which finally propels him forward across the stone, almost stumbling with relief until he's close enough to grasp at her forearms, looking over her face, concern warring with everything else. ]
It's you, isn't it, not the— do you know what happened— are you alright?
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[ Flynn's voice is dripping with relief; all his doubts flee the moment her face crumples. The other Cecelia, the one who—
(his mind won't go there; it's a hazy thing, for now, less because of this place and more a device of his own mind to protect him)
She's shaking her head, and she looks stricken and pale and awful, and Flynn knows that they're in the middle of a public place but he's here and she is here, and that's what matters, because if Cecelia is here then they'll be find because she will figure it out, and it's that which finally propels him forward across the stone, almost stumbling with relief until he's close enough to grasp at her forearms, looking over her face, concern warring with everything else. ]
It's you, isn't it, not the— do you know what happened— are you alright?