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The whole drive back, I clutch his free hand and keep it on my lap; he will smile whenever he glances to his side and finds me gawking.
I missed his attentiveness to the road, the way he would concentrate, making sure he was driving safely, the smile he would always slip on when he shifted his focus between the road and me.
It was everything.
We didn't talk much ever since we got back into the car; the quiet and essence of the space that had recollected and inhabited most of Leigh was sufficiently healthy for me.
Until we arrived at the gate of the mountain house, which automatically opened itself and gave us access to our home, Leigh finally spoke.
"You okay?" He turned over to me, looking concerned.
No matter how much I want my smile to come out naturally, it turns out tigh
