[ It's like whatever it is that's wound its way round Furiosa's neck has suddenly released its hold, banished by the contact of his hands, of their foreheads tilting forward to touch together. The gesture is one so personal and private that he's only seen it shared with those with who she shared a home with.
Then it occurs to him: they share a home now. And so too this same gesture.
So Max does what he hasn't yet and reaches out to take possession of it with both hands. And even as the fight floods his veins with nervous, twitching anxiety, he holds her close, if only to be able to see and feel the puff of her breath against his face — proof of her life, of her still-beating heart. Her breaths even out as they stay close, Max going still as though afraid to jostle her too much, lest the invisible phantom returns.
But then, her answer, and it's not a clue at all, but Max doesn't care much but the fact that she's still speaking, his head nodding along a touch too vigorously.
He moves his hand under the blanket, to her torso, fingers trailing over her ribs to curl around her side. The wound is there — old now, but he knows exactly the spot. ]
Not hurt, are you? [ The worry's in his voice, pitched a little higher than normal. ] Like before?
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Then it occurs to him: they share a home now. And so too this same gesture.
So Max does what he hasn't yet and reaches out to take possession of it with both hands. And even as the fight floods his veins with nervous, twitching anxiety, he holds her close, if only to be able to see and feel the puff of her breath against his face — proof of her life, of her still-beating heart. Her breaths even out as they stay close, Max going still as though afraid to jostle her too much, lest the invisible phantom returns.
But then, her answer, and it's not a clue at all, but Max doesn't care much but the fact that she's still speaking, his head nodding along a touch too vigorously.
He moves his hand under the blanket, to her torso, fingers trailing over her ribs to curl around her side. The wound is there — old now, but he knows exactly the spot. ]
Not hurt, are you? [ The worry's in his voice, pitched a little higher than normal. ] Like before?