Laurel pressed tightly into him, felt like she couldn't breathe. It wasn't cause he was holding her so tightly, it wasn't perhaps his musk filled her senses, could this man not ever smell bad. She wrapped her hand around his shoulder, hand clinging on to his shoulder as if she was scared as if she was going to release her and she'd fall away from him.
"It's going to be okay," she told him in a whisper, "whatever happens, whatever happened, it's okay." She knew her okay was different than his, hers was broken, but he was living, breathing, she was in his arms, this was okay, wasn't it?"
She tipped her head up, kissed him, "it's okay," she breathed against his lips, "we'll be okay."