[ The thing is, even if this was heaven, he's pretty much come to terms with the fact that there were some people he just wouldn't get to see. Heaven's for the dead, right? And no matter how bad he might've missed her, he's not selfish enough to wish her here.
Not that he's had a whole lot of time to process this whole thing- just those few minutes he'd been dying, just the hour or so he's had upon waking up here, but some things you just feel right off the bat. He felt dead, he felt resigned, and he felt like he'd let go of her for the very last time.
And then her voice tears through him, cuts through the room and erases any thought of bellhops or secretaries, and all he can do is look up with parting lips. ]
...Emma?
[ He breathes, disbelief on his face and in his hushed voice. It only lasts a second, and then he's striding away from the desk with purpose, headed toward her as quickly as he can to throw his arms around her. ]
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Not that he's had a whole lot of time to process this whole thing- just those few minutes he'd been dying, just the hour or so he's had upon waking up here, but some things you just feel right off the bat. He felt dead, he felt resigned, and he felt like he'd let go of her for the very last time.
And then her voice tears through him, cuts through the room and erases any thought of bellhops or secretaries, and all he can do is look up with parting lips. ]
...Emma?
[ He breathes, disbelief on his face and in his hushed voice. It only lasts a second, and then he's striding away from the desk with purpose, headed toward her as quickly as he can to throw his arms around her. ]