It feels like her heart has been paused in her chest for hours when he finally smiles and speaks to her. Only then does she really take a breath as the slow walk turns back into a jog as she crosses what little remains of the distance between them and she takes his hand in hers.
'What happened?' There are a million questions that float in her head. Who did this to you?, How?, Why go on that stupid show if you weren't well? but they stick to her lips like honey that's been left out in the cold. Jack had his reasons for going on the television programme like that, he had his reasons for almost anything - aside, perhaps, from the soft affection he showed.
That didn't mean Morgana didn't worry, or that her free hand doesn't go to his face, to brush gently along his cheek. Too many of them were getting hurt of late, it had to stop before they were outright murdered in their beds.
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'What happened?' There are a million questions that float in her head. Who did this to you?, How?, Why go on that stupid show if you weren't well? but they stick to her lips like honey that's been left out in the cold. Jack had his reasons for going on the television programme like that, he had his reasons for almost anything - aside, perhaps, from the soft affection he showed.
That didn't mean Morgana didn't worry, or that her free hand doesn't go to his face, to brush gently along his cheek. Too many of them were getting hurt of late, it had to stop before they were outright murdered in their beds.