[ Swiping his cheek on the pillow, he finds himself with an armful of his best friend and a calming hand smoothing over his middle, quiet after a murmur of discontent as he grows accustomed to being fawned over. His heartbeat is faster than hers under Verity's ear, and his body warmer. When he hums low, it's with the memory of Thor introducing him to a car through a wall, several storeys below. ]
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I think I'll survive.