#techee

I care them so much you have no idea. They deserved the galaxy and more 🥺

That big brain of head is missing a gentle smooch.

techphee | G | 1.7k | complete | ao3

He finds her on the beach.

The shore is still a wreck, debris and broken shells and seaweed scattered in the sand all around her, but she’s managed to find probably the only spot on the entire beach that’s clear.

Two spots, really, if you include the debris-free section of sand beside her, just large enough for Tech to occupy, but just small enough for their shoulders to brush if he does.

He doesn’t move to claim it, at least not yet. Instead he waits, watches as she sits back and rests her hands in the sand behind her, tilting her head backwards and letting the sunlight shine down on her face.

She looks relaxed in a way she hasn’t quite managed since the tsunami hit, even if she’d tried to pretend otherwise. Tech had never been one to rely much on body language, had thought it an imprecise measurement of emotions and states of being at best, but even he’d seen how her gait was missing some of its famous swagger, how her smile didn’t stretch quite as wide these days, how her shoulders held an unhealthy amount of tension no matter when it was he looked at her.

He’d spent an unprecedented amount of time looking at her as of late.