[He was not expecting Christine to respond. But he is pleased nonetheless when the door opens. He reaches out and twines one of her many curls around his finger. She seems the same when he saw her last.
He's so caught up in examining her, it takes a moment to realize she's not looking at him. He brushes his hand along her chin. That's her cue to look at him.]
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He's so caught up in examining her, it takes a moment to realize she's not looking at him. He brushes his hand along her chin. That's her cue to look at him.]
Christine, your angel is waiting.