he who hesitates is toast

If all he wanted to do was rest here, holding her close as he listens to her steady heartbeat, that would be enough. More than enough. Everything about him is enough for her, and more than she ever dreamed possible.

Sharon breathes slow and deep, running her hand gently over his hair as his head rises and falls with her chest. "I was afraid I'd never be able to feel this connected to you again," she murmurs, low. "When you came back."

When she was so broken. And she still is -- all jagged, bleeding edges just starting to heal over -- but it no longer feels like all she is is the shattered, scattered remains of herself. "You make me feel whole again."