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Charlie squeezes Thandi with all his might, spinning her as he laughs. It’s such an honest, open laugh that she’s surprised. High, giddy, energetic, strangely sweet.
When he puts her down, he buries his face into her shoulder. She feels his breath, hot and moist, along with his hair that tickles her ever so slightly. He gives that heavy, happy hum, “Hmmmmmn!” as he allows himself a smell of her.
It’s absurdly cute coming from a man who was satisfied throwing a tantrum in front of the entire Haven. He mumbles something into her skin and she laughs again.
“What was that, darling?”
“You smell nice.”
She feels her face get hot and attempts to laugh it off. “Thank you, Charlie.”
“Mmn.”
There’s a sort of comfort to be had from simply being in his arms. Warm, safe, reassuring. Thandi hugs him back and feels the tension in him relax, and they both sink deeper into one another.