[She hops right into his arms and hugs, secure and content with the gesture; she doesn't want to say because maybe he'll think it's weird or he'll be mad at her, but... His hugs remind her of papa, for some reason. She likes when things remind her of papa. It's not the same entirely—it's like an echo that has its own unique aura to it. Like her dad, but like a hero. Like Tony.
She squeezes his neck a little in her arms, eyes closed tight.
[action, september twenty-fifth]
She squeezes his neck a little in her arms, eyes closed tight.
Just a sniffle. She cuts herself off there.]
Thanks for letting me stay a hero...