[He missed this. God, he'd missed it, and the warmth of the good memories make his eyes prick with tears, because it's good to know - to really know - that she doesn't hate him, that every memory was painful and bad, and his chest and throat feel tight.
He shifts carefully, not trying to pull away, but reorient himself so he can put his head on her shoulder, curling into her and trying not to just break down and sob. It's because he's relieved more than anything else, and he doesn't have it in him right now to be embarrassed about looking for comfort from his little sister.]
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He shifts carefully, not trying to pull away, but reorient himself so he can put his head on her shoulder, curling into her and trying not to just break down and sob. It's because he's relieved more than anything else, and he doesn't have it in him right now to be embarrassed about looking for comfort from his little sister.]