[ The waver makes him squeeze her hand tightly, reassuringly, a little rub of his thumb against her knuckles. He's here. For as far as he can go, he's here. And he sighs softly. Selfishly he doesn't want to answer, like if he refuses it won't happen. Then they can turn around and continue with the lives they have built.
Instead he smiles. ]
Ah, you know me well. I... have my suspicions. And yet...
no subject
Instead he smiles. ]
Ah, you know me well. I... have my suspicions. And yet...
[ He doesn't want to speak them. ]