[ That does the trick. Dion laughs, deep and halting but real, and when he lifts his head it's just in time to let the tears fall down his cheeks. He doesn't want to ruin her dress! So Dion rests his chin on her shoulder instead of hiding his face, letting out a deeply held tension under her soothing touch. ]
Thank you. A thousand, thousand times, thank you...
[ He laughs again, more easily than before. Perhaps it's childish...they're near enough to the same age that it shouldn't matter, but Dion finds himself helpless to do anything but accept the comfort given. After a moment he gives her one more squeeze before pulling back, his cheeks still wet but his eyes clearer. ]
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Thank you. A thousand, thousand times, thank you...
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I don't know what to do with that many thanks. It's a little excessive, don't you think?
[Joking aside, she speaks softly again.]
It's my pleasure, besides.
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[ He laughs again, more easily than before. Perhaps it's childish...they're near enough to the same age that it shouldn't matter, but Dion finds himself helpless to do anything but accept the comfort given. After a moment he gives her one more squeeze before pulling back, his cheeks still wet but his eyes clearer. ]
The pleasure is mine...happy Solstice.
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[She lets him pull back, looking upon him with a fond smile. Her eyes are a touch glassy, but it's obvious she's feeling nothing but happiness.]
Happy Solstice, Dion.