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[Those words seem to have a profound effect on Yang, her head ducking a little as she was about to bury her face in Blake's shoulder, catching herself and instead settling for simply squeezing her in closer. Several long minutes pass by as Yang remains steadfastly in place, hugging Blake to her and crying quietly in earnest. Her heart feels like it's about to burst; from grief, from happiness, from the sheer weight of how much Blake and their partnership means to her, from the relief that she's here, right now. Still here...

Finally, after yet another long shaky inhale, Yang starts to gather herself again. She doesn't fully let Blake go just yet, but her hold relaxes slowly, enough that she can straighten and meet Blake's gaze. Yang's eyes are red, not her irises but the whites around them, and puffy from tears, the streaks easily visible down her cheeks even as she tries to pull her features into a watery smile.

It's still raining around them and Yang coughs out a laugh that only just qualifies as such.]

Oh god... [Another laugh, this one clearly embarrassed.] I got you all wet, I'm sorry.

[At this point, she has to try to laugh at something or she's afraid she's going to start crying again.]