[Somehow hearing it said in such frankness - as open as he thought either of them could be, considering - made things easier. She couldn't know, she had been dead at the time after all, but he remembered what it had been like not to know if she would know him when she woke or not. He remembered it - that unexplained, clenching anxiety that was simply not an emotion he had ever learned to live with. And he remembered, also, what it had been like to emerge back into the city and realize that his first thought had been that if she was not there... then his fortune must have broken.
All of it seemed floating and unimportant, now. He was here. She was here. They remembered. They - had changed, no doubt, but there would be time enough for that later. Slowly, he smiled.
Then, without a word, he shifted in the chair and leaned over to rest his head against her shoulder, the dirty gold of his hair falling over his face and his eyes closed. He had never needed anyone's comfort before and he did not need it now, no, but he enjoyed feeling that she was real and solid and present, and he took his joy where he could find it.]
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Date: 2009-12-14 12:56 pm (UTC)All of it seemed floating and unimportant, now. He was here. She was here. They remembered. They - had changed, no doubt, but there would be time enough for that later. Slowly, he smiled.
Then, without a word, he shifted in the chair and leaned over to rest his head against her shoulder, the dirty gold of his hair falling over his face and his eyes closed. He had never needed anyone's comfort before and he did not need it now, no, but he enjoyed feeling that she was real and solid and present, and he took his joy where he could find it.]