[ He breaks into a smile at hers, fully at ease now that it's been decided. He doesn't need the future, but if those he cares about want it, then he'll give it to them. And he would be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't enjoy all that they were together. But that's the thing, he's always been honest with himself about how he's felt. That's one of the reasons they're here, moving forward still.
Maybe that's a fine enough word for them: together?
It's a thought floating in his mind, his one hand falling, then reaching for her other one. ]
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[ He breaks into a smile at hers, fully at ease now that it's been decided. He doesn't need the future, but if those he cares about want it, then he'll give it to them. And he would be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't enjoy all that they were together. But that's the thing, he's always been honest with himself about how he's felt. That's one of the reasons they're here, moving forward still.
Maybe that's a fine enough word for them: together?
It's a thought floating in his mind, his one hand falling, then reaching for her other one. ]
Hands, not hand. But yeah, I do too.