He shifts gently, slightly, to fold his arms the rest of the way around her, resting his face against her dark hair. His chest rises against her as he breathes the closeness of her, and he also does his best to modulate his chest under her palm, as if her touch is something that could fly away.
The release of holding her finally allows his exhaustion to overtake him. But as he starts to drift off, his inhibitions lighten just enough for him to press his lips briefly to her hairline. And whisper, to either or both of them, "Welcome home."
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The release of holding her finally allows his exhaustion to overtake him. But as he starts to drift off, his inhibitions lighten just enough for him to press his lips briefly to her hairline. And whisper, to either or both of them, "Welcome home."