vanguardturian:
"Gives a soft headbump on the top of his head behind him when he's sitting at his desk. Non-stop purring begins."

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AND he leans into the contact, digits splayed over datapads running numbers, listing names, a vigilance over the dead when he can offer no more to the living. She grounds him, the thrum in her throat warm and rich and it numbs the ache, for just this one moment.  For just this one instant, he reaches up behind him, grasping the curve of her arm above his head. 

          It says everything that words do not.  stay. 

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