[He holds put, receptive and attentive with all senses focused, for her answer.
And... he takes it, as she gives it. Trusts in it, thinks about it as much as he can, but can't... really reconcile it, be sure he can sync right now with all it means, mentally.
Either way. A pocket dimension, is it...? And -- she's seen a month after he... well, without him.
On the bit about the ambassador... he shuts his eyes. He had made one last move that had counted for something, then, at least; grateful to hear that, so, so grateful for it...
And onward into her rundown... Ha -- some mirth, though it doesn't show on his face; it's superseded by simple intrigue. Fist-fighting her own clone, as a last note there - what stories there must stand to be told there, indeed.
Her tightening grip pulls him in a little closer to her.]
And I confess, I had been --
Afraid for you. [It's a rougher admission than he wishes it was - eyes fall again, somewhat apologetically; shakes his head slightly. The feeling's natural - really inevitable, even, at least to a certain extent, but he'd told himself so many times he'd face death peacefully, even knowing what he was leaving behind.
Seems you don't really know how you will feel until the moment comes.]
I would have liked to have been there for those two months.
And yet I... [A smile. Head slightly bowed, traces of a solemn smile on his lips... Un-bows.] I am aware that I... continue to find myself with second chances.
I am grateful for them.
And I am grateful that I could have even one more moment with you.
[However long this last, some part of him things again. And yet, however anyone could come here after death, he finds himself more and more willing to... well, let his spirit lift. There are still questions to answer. There are still doubts to have.
And still... in light of the way he feels right now, before her? The least he can take away from this is at least one more blissful memory.]
I love you, siha.
[And if she isn't resistant to the move - if he senses even a trace of resistance on his loosening his grip on her hand - he'll move his up along her upper arm, bring it to rest just after the joint in her shoulder, gently.
And if that is acceptable by her, he'll pull her in to further close the distance between them. He won't move to kiss her yet, as much as he wants to - the time that she's apparently spent without him could make that strange for her, he imagines, or this closeness under the circumstances could be enough...]
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And... he takes it, as she gives it. Trusts in it, thinks about it as much as he can, but can't... really reconcile it, be sure he can sync right now with all it means, mentally.
Either way. A pocket dimension, is it...? And -- she's seen a month after he... well, without him.
On the bit about the ambassador... he shuts his eyes. He had made one last move that had counted for something, then, at least; grateful to hear that, so, so grateful for it...
And onward into her rundown... Ha -- some mirth, though it doesn't show on his face; it's superseded by simple intrigue. Fist-fighting her own clone, as a last note there - what stories there must stand to be told there, indeed.
Her tightening grip pulls him in a little closer to her.]
And I confess, I had been --
Afraid for you. [It's a rougher admission than he wishes it was - eyes fall again, somewhat apologetically; shakes his head slightly. The feeling's natural - really inevitable, even, at least to a certain extent, but he'd told himself so many times he'd face death peacefully, even knowing what he was leaving behind.
Seems you don't really know how you will feel until the moment comes.]
I would have liked to have been there for those two months.
And yet I... [A smile. Head slightly bowed, traces of a solemn smile on his lips... Un-bows.] I am aware that I... continue to find myself with second chances.
I am grateful for them.
And I am grateful that I could have even one more moment with you.
[However long this last, some part of him things again. And yet, however anyone could come here after death, he finds himself more and more willing to... well, let his spirit lift. There are still questions to answer. There are still doubts to have.
And still... in light of the way he feels right now, before her? The least he can take away from this is at least one more blissful memory.]
I love you, siha.
[And if she isn't resistant to the move - if he senses even a trace of resistance on his loosening his grip on her hand - he'll move his up along her upper arm, bring it to rest just after the joint in her shoulder, gently.
And if that is acceptable by her, he'll pull her in to further close the distance between them. He won't move to kiss her yet, as much as he wants to - the time that she's apparently spent without him could make that strange for her, he imagines, or this closeness under the circumstances could be enough...]