He stares back into her eyes. Had he precisely catalogued before their exact shade of green? And the flecks in them… like…
Stardust, he remembers and realizes. Of course.
He wants suddenly to kiss her.
…All right. Not suddenly. He's wanted to kiss her for a while. Since before arriving here. But he'll never trust it if it's initiated by himself, so he makes no move.
The squeeze hurts a little but he wouldn't have her let up for anything. He squeezes a bit more gently back.
"Is it wrong," he says quietly, "that the only thing I sort of… am not… entirely grateful for… is that I thought I was finally… finished?"
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Stardust, he remembers and realizes. Of course.
He wants suddenly to kiss her.
…All right. Not suddenly. He's wanted to kiss her for a while. Since before arriving here. But he'll never trust it if it's initiated by himself, so he makes no move.
The squeeze hurts a little but he wouldn't have her let up for anything. He squeezes a bit more gently back.
"Is it wrong," he says quietly, "that the only thing I sort of… am not… entirely grateful for… is that I thought I was finally… finished?"