[ Her arms wrap around him tight, and if there were was any doubt in Neal's mind about whether or not this is reality, they're erased in that moment. She's there, definitely there, tangible and warm in his arms, and he won't have a leg to stand on if he decided to judge the way she holds onto him for a little too long, because he's doing the same damn thing. All the money in the world couldn't get him to let go of her, not now. Not yet. ]
I don't know, I don't-
[ He shakes his head as best he can with his chin tucked against her shoulder, cheek brushing her hair. His grip tightens for a second before he finally pulls back, but he doesn't detach completely. Can't help the way his hands hover around her shoulders, the way he holds her there, holds her out to get a look at her like he's checking her for injuries, or changes, or-
He's just so damn happy to see her. ]
Are you- where's Henry, is Henry with you? Emma, how are you here?
[ Because if this is, you know, the afterlife- hell, even if it's not, what the hell's going on? ]
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I don't know, I don't-
[ He shakes his head as best he can with his chin tucked against her shoulder, cheek brushing her hair. His grip tightens for a second before he finally pulls back, but he doesn't detach completely. Can't help the way his hands hover around her shoulders, the way he holds her there, holds her out to get a look at her like he's checking her for injuries, or changes, or-
He's just so damn happy to see her. ]
Are you- where's Henry, is Henry with you? Emma, how are you here?
[ Because if this is, you know, the afterlife- hell, even if it's not, what the hell's going on? ]