The shift in pronoun hits Lily like a fist to the chest, and she stares at Sebastian for a long moment, her hand lifting unconsciously from her lap as though to touch him before she pulls it back into a fist, not sure how he'll react. Looking at him now, she can see - here and there, the traces of James in his cheekbones, the line of his jaw, the arch of his brow.
"Oh my God," she whispers, the hand in mid-air moving to cover her mouth. "Harry, I can't - " She's welling up again, but it's not tears of sadness or shock, but happiness, and her smile is watery but brilliant. "Oh, I'm - I'm so sorry you're here but I'm - so glad you're here."
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The shift in pronoun hits Lily like a fist to the chest, and she stares at Sebastian for a long moment, her hand lifting unconsciously from her lap as though to touch him before she pulls it back into a fist, not sure how he'll react. Looking at him now, she can see - here and there, the traces of James in his cheekbones, the line of his jaw, the arch of his brow.
"Oh my God," she whispers, the hand in mid-air moving to cover her mouth. "Harry, I can't - " She's welling up again, but it's not tears of sadness or shock, but happiness, and her smile is watery but brilliant. "Oh, I'm - I'm so sorry you're here but I'm - so glad you're here."