His hands are smaller.
It’s almost a silly thing to notice out of all the changes that have come with this regeneration, but it’s true. His last face had had large, beautiful hands; she’d loved the feel of them on her skin, the pressure of them above her hearts and the softness of his palms when he’d cup her cheeks.With this regeneration he looks and sounds and acts older and part of her aches for her husband, even though she knows he’s standing right in front of her.
"It’s still me, River," he says softly, reaching for her as his glasses slip down his nose, and the instant his fingers touch the skin of her cheek, she knows; it is still him. His touch is like a brand that she wears proudly; she lets her eyes flutter shut as he steps closer, his hearts beating over hers. “I’m still me."
She lets him know she believes him with a kiss.
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