"Y-y-yo-you're really here?" George whispered, still afraid if he spoke too loudly that she'd vanish. He leaned into her touch. Having been bereft of it for seemingly forever. And in his life it was forever. She was the woman he loved. Though was she? Was she his Nina? Or was she like Annie had been?
Tears lined his lashes as he looked her over, sure that she wasn't a ghost. Sure that she wasn't some cruel apparition brought on by the island to taunt him, and torture him. "Are you my Nina?" He wanted to reach out, to touch her more than he had so far, but still he was afraid. Still he feared this was some amazingly cruel dream, that seemed all too real.
His chin quivered slightly, and he couldn't resist any longer, he pulled her into his lap and just rest his forehead against her. He didn't restrain his weeping. Though it was as quiet as he could make it.