Hannah kept holding him, even though she knew she should let go, but she finally forced herself to draw back, taking his face in her hands and running her thumbs over his cheekbones. What had he seen tonight? How many people had died, and he had to see it, didn't he? Like he had done to her before, she leaned in and put her forehead against his, closing her eyes. "Okay," she said quietly, finding his hands and holding tight.
She leaned in to kiss his cheek. He was alright, but her stomach ached so much, she worried so much, that it was hard to even think straight.