[It's fast. She's touching him, and then she's moving closer, and it's all he can do to keep himself from breaking apart. Strong arms wrap around her and hold her as tightly as he'd dare. There, lips pressing into her hair, he weeps. Nothing more than tears and the shaking of his body, no sobs, but he can't help it. As often as he's had dreams of Claire, he's had dreams of this child, and now they're both here.]
It's--it's wonderful to meet ye, Brianna.
[Randall, he supposes. He says her name differently than Claire. That Scottish accent does a wonder on the simplest of words, but it's already full of love. He does love her. He's loved her for twenty years.]
You were always in my prayers. Every night, I prayed.
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It's--it's wonderful to meet ye, Brianna.
[Randall, he supposes. He says her name differently than Claire. That Scottish accent does a wonder on the simplest of words, but it's already full of love. He does love her. He's loved her for twenty years.]
You were always in my prayers. Every night, I prayed.
[Now here they were.]