[ There are a lot of impulsive things she could say just then. Angry things. Passionate things. Relief and joy, or disbelief and temper. But it makes her heart squeeze so tight just to hear his voice, to recognize it. Hope stifles her words, clogging her throat up with emotion.
Finally, after an eternal beat, she whispers very, very softly: ]
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Finally, after an eternal beat, she whispers very, very softly: ]
Matty?