[The memory blends and blurs with another: two woman and a man in the desert, about to drive away from each other, likely for good. Different circumstances, vastly different settings, and yet...]
I'm just... glad you're here.
[She leaves her fingers on Root's face, where they linger aimlessly.]
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I'm just... glad you're here.
[She leaves her fingers on Root's face, where they linger aimlessly.]
Feels like you almost weren't.