Cho relaxed against him. It was so simple, so similar. He was just as she remembered him. He was perfect and whole and alive. Her hold tightened and she pressed her cheek against his shoulder.
"I'm...I'm..." She would not cry. She would not. She wouldn't. Only she was. Stupid tears. "I'm fine," she lied, feeling ridiculous for crying...again. Hadn't she done this enough? Clearly not.