[ Jonathan - no pun intended - freezes, hands still in front of him as if he's still holding the blanket, staring down into one of the most familiar faces he can think of. No. No, no, no. He doesn't want her here.
Well, he does, because he loves her, but he doesn't want her here in Deerington where there are monsters and zombies and tidal waves of blood. For a minute he forgets to feel cold, and all he can feel is his heart pounding, sure it's going so hard it can be heard in the silence that stretches between them. ]
Nancy.
[ Shit. Shit. He can't think of words.
Then she drops the blanket and her arms are around him and words don't matter. He holds her almost as tight, because if she's going to be here then he'll keep her as close and safe as he can. He buries his face against her hair where her hood falls from the force of the movement. They're freezing, but whatever. That's not the most important thing in his head in this instant. ]
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Well, he does, because he loves her, but he doesn't want her here in Deerington where there are monsters and zombies and tidal waves of blood. For a minute he forgets to feel cold, and all he can feel is his heart pounding, sure it's going so hard it can be heard in the silence that stretches between them. ]
Nancy.
[ Shit. Shit. He can't think of words.
Then she drops the blanket and her arms are around him and words don't matter. He holds her almost as tight, because if she's going to be here then he'll keep her as close and safe as he can. He buries his face against her hair where her hood falls from the force of the movement. They're freezing, but whatever. That's not the most important thing in his head in this instant. ]
Nancy, oh my god.