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Summer spun to face her as she stepped backwards, laughing as she jumped at him. He braced himself for her weight, not even trying to avoid it as, to be quite honest, he didn't really want to. He liked her touch, even if it was the playful, mildly abusive sort. He laughed as she did, loving the sound of it. He didn't notice as she paused from uncertainty, only that she was looking at him and he was looking at her. And that was enough for now, wasn't it?

His brows lifted slightly at her comment, and very suddenly, he decided that it wasn't. "I think I already do," the Ostrega replied quietly, wondering if she would know that he meant her. She'd been gone so long without a trace, and suddenly there she was, as though no time at all had passed. Were he still getting high every day, he might have assumed that he was just imagining her. But he wasn't, Magpie was here, in front of him. But for how long this time would he be able to keep her?