He pocketed the bundle with the rings so that he could step forward again, catching her hand and her forearm once more, thumb pressing against the base of her palm and the inside of her wrist, just to make her aware of the beat of her pulse before tugging her hand closer to press it against his chest so she could feel his as well.

They weren't exactly the same, but they were still in time, matched without being perfectly synced, "This much is still the same, Andromache." It wasn't often that he used her name, just when he felt like she needed it, "Whatever else happens we have each other, that's what matters."