Date: 2020-03-10 07:23 pm (UTC)
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Martin had had decades to train his ear for that slight change of pitch and tone, recognizing the sadness even if he didn't feel it the same way. His brow furrowed as he looked at her and shook his head, despite enjoying the sight he had in front of him, "Oh, darling, come here,"

He moved in and embraced her, kissing her head before tilting his own to meet her eyes. "We don't have any time limits anymore." He reminded her, smiling softly. "I'm not going anywhere, ever again."
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