Yoko huffs out her last bit of righteous fury and doesn't move the hand from her shoulder. Her arms, crossed at her front, shift hesitantly before she decides that life is too short--far too short--to be shy or avoidant, and in that moment she takes a small step forward to hug him. (Sans sobbing, thankfully.) "Good. Don't think we'd let you leave again, either."
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Don't think I'd let you leave again.