[ it's all so familiar, comforting and wonderful and perfect — his hand against her cheek, warm and broad, his forehead against hers. this close, there's no doubt that he's real, that he's alive.
that he's here.
for a long moment, lois lets herself soak it in, but all too soon, she has to ask: ] How are you here?
no subject
that he's here.
for a long moment, lois lets herself soak it in, but all too soon, she has to ask: ] How are you here?