[He doesn't. When she's finally off him, he pulls himself up to his knees and wipes his face, shakes off all the dirt like a dog. Rose is still there, looking at him like she's about to be hurt again, and he doesn't have to be sighted to notice that.
He turns toward her.]
Hey. [I have a name. He could almost smile a little at the memory, if she didn't look so forlorn. He pauses, never good with contact, but--
It's easy to just reach out and pull her into his arms. The easiest thing in the world. Like breathing. And only when he does it, does he realize he's stopped breathing himself.]
... There might still be monsters, [he adds lamely.]
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He turns toward her.]
Hey. [I have a name. He could almost smile a little at the memory, if she didn't look so forlorn. He pauses, never good with contact, but--
It's easy to just reach out and pull her into his arms. The easiest thing in the world. Like breathing. And only when he does it, does he realize he's stopped breathing himself.]
... There might still be monsters, [he adds lamely.]