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[ He's not dead, he can't be, she won't let it happen — not after being this long without him, not after he'd gone in to protect Waverly. Her head snaps up then as if she half-expects to see her sister somewhere here, and when her eyes aren't met with another familiar sigh she has the sinking feeling that somehow, wherever Waves is, she hasn't made it out. She's still trapped in there.
But then he rears up towards her, snapping wildly, and she braces her hands against his chest, slowly easing him back down against the sidewalk. ]
It's okay, it's me, I'm right here —
[ He's looking at her without really seeing her, blinking through the drops pelting down onto his face, onto hers, shuddering at the tip of her nose and along her jawline, dissolving into his mustache; she slides her hands up along his features again and tries to reel him back to her, to the sound of her voice — because she wouldn't be her if she didn't stop talking throughout, more of a frantic rambling now. ]
What happened? What do you remember? [ And then, fighting through the knot in her gut: ] Where's Waverly?
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[ He's not dead, he can't be, she won't let it happen — not after being this long without him, not after he'd gone in to protect Waverly. Her head snaps up then as if she half-expects to see her sister somewhere here, and when her eyes aren't met with another familiar sigh she has the sinking feeling that somehow, wherever Waves is, she hasn't made it out. She's still trapped in there.
But then he rears up towards her, snapping wildly, and she braces her hands against his chest, slowly easing him back down against the sidewalk. ]
It's okay, it's me, I'm right here —
[ He's looking at her without really seeing her, blinking through the drops pelting down onto his face, onto hers, shuddering at the tip of her nose and along her jawline, dissolving into his mustache; she slides her hands up along his features again and tries to reel him back to her, to the sound of her voice — because she wouldn't be her if she didn't stop talking throughout, more of a frantic rambling now. ]
What happened? What do you remember? [ And then, fighting through the knot in her gut: ] Where's Waverly?