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Warm, rough hands touched his face, brushing over his scarred lips and caressing his cheek. Blinking open his eyes he sees a blurry, tan face smiling down at him. "You're alright, no one can hurt you now."
That voice is familiar. It brings up memories of green lightning and the smell of old books. Warm laughter and cool blades in his hands. It sounds like home.
"Dorian," he croaks. Reaching out to touch him, wanting to make sure he's real. Dorian pulls him to his chest, cradling him. "Amatus," he whispers into his hair, "I found you."
Eugene wraps his arms around Dorian, and promises to never let go.