[ Yeah, he sits up with her, holding onto her like he'll never let go, then just stands up, still holding on to her. Hopefully she put her legs around his waist, but he's walking either way. Walking and refusing to remove his mouth from the delicious slope of her shoulder where he's buried his face now, and he does, indeed, stop at a wall first, at least by the doorway, to pay proper attention to that spot, because he can now and he basically feels like he needs to. ]
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