[He frowns just slightly as she says this, more as if in thought than distress. "You told me to wait for you..." Her words awaken the memory of his plea. He's not sure what he was dreaming about, or where he was afraid she might go, or what she might do without him...
[But the sheer need with which he asked, "Wait for me..." felt all-consuming.]
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[But the sheer need with which he asked, "Wait for me..." felt all-consuming.]
You didn't leave my side...
Not once.