He's still talking. A rumble of sound through her hair, and his chest against hers. Still answering her question, retracing the steps. Protocol. Like a good cop would. Like she'd tried, and failed so many times. But Nathan hadn't. Audrey opened her eyes and lifted her hand, just barely, to look at the writing on the paper again, before pressing her hand flat on his back, eyes open, hugging him even harder, for another second.
Like it's the one proof this real. Any of it. He is. Nathan found her an address. Nathan might have found her.
Audrey pulled away, but not far, only far enough to drop her weight back to her own feet, holding the paper up and pointing at it, her voice still trembling as she tried to get the words out, looking between it and his face, " This is -- is less than an hour away."
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Date: 2018-06-29 01:25 am (UTC)Like it's the one proof this real. Any of it. He is. Nathan found her an address. Nathan might have found her.
Audrey pulled away, but not far, only far enough to drop her weight back to her own feet, holding the paper up and pointing at it, her voice still trembling as she tried to get the words out, looking between it and his face, " This is -- is less than an hour away."