Aria-jimaDoragonzu

I must study this week. I have two exams, so I apologize if I seem absent.

I-Cant-FeelYou-There

"Ellen," the bounty hunter more or less groaned out, practically falling towards her and taking her in his arms, holding her tight.  "I missed you..."  he murmured into her hair.  He inhaled her scent, one that he has missed so much during their time apart.

I-Cant-FeelYou-There

@Aria-jimaDoragonzu He warmed up to her touch quite quickly, and leant into it.  He sighed softly, affectionately.  He was actually allowing himself to be /vulnerable/ for once.  The last time he had done so was when he had bid a tearful goodbye to Ellen, and after that he only let thoughts of longing and forlorn take him over when he was in private.
            
            He smiled softly and fondly - he was proud that she had improved, and even back then he had been proud of how good she was already.  Anyhow, he would always love - yes, he admitted that to himself - for who she was.  "All I know is...I never wanna be separated from you ever again," he confessed, a bit shyly.  For such a person as him, it was /not easy/ to say something like that, so for him to do so meant that both his emotion and conviction ran deep.
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Aria-jimaDoragonzu

@The-Man-with-No-Name  The reunion should not, in any way or form be interrupted by questions as 'are you alright?' After working with Joe for some times (some time ago), it had come to her attention how he usually flinched whenever she came to touch his chest; a good reason for her to stay gentle and calm and never do anything sudden. 
            
            Working back with him, that made her smile change into a softer version, "two are better than one. And, I'll have the  opportunity to show how I've kept training to become faster and faster; of course no one will be better than you."
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@Aria-jimaDoragonzu //I know right 
            
            He reflexively flinched backwards slightly - his chest was a good target for bullets after all, so along with his head, it was his instinct to protect it.  But this touch was friendly, affectionate, foreign to what he was used to.  After so many years apart, he had forgotten what it was like to be in Ellen's embrace.  She could distinctly feel his heart thumping wildly, even through his poncho.
            
            He wholeheartedly agreed with Ellen; he wanted to keep working with her, and he wanted her to stay as well.  "I...I'd like that..."  was all he could manage, in stark contrast to his whirling thoughts.  For once, the usually witty gunfighter was at a loss for words.
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