[ All that time in the dark, all that time with hissed words and things he could and couldn't see and not one. Not ONE of them reached out to touch. Not one of them made contact- not one of them were warm. Leonard shudders under Wash's hand, swaying on his feet as he manages to lift one to curl around his wrist. Tentative at first, then clinging as his eyes go wide and the pitch of his breath increases. ]
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M'out? I'm- I'm really out?