"No, I know." One hand closes gently around a fistful of the front of his shirt, and she moves to tuck her head under his chin.

She can just breathe now. He may think he's but a small part, but he's been more than that, for so long.

"I think I'm just having some 'oh God what if I can't actually do it' anxiety." Which is ridiculous this late in the game, but feelings are funny things sometimes.