The reassuring weight of that hand in his own, palm over palm and here and now - at the start of the end - all he really wants. He squeezes just enough to be felt, but not enough to be painful. His eyes drop to their intertwined fingers, lips twitching up at the very edges as he realises he's attempting to burn this moment into his mind as though he's worried about forgetting again.
He just hadn't understood all that Orin had taken from him. Not until it's almost, in some ways, too late.
"Would you have a kiss from me now? Or have me deliver it when I return?"
The hint of a humour older than this moment, stretching back to before. Something remarkably casual given their previous positions and modes under which they had been introduced and made colleagues of a kind. In this moment, there's also the new. The quiet confidence that doesn't need violence to be persuasive.
No, this is a way of being that had come all too easily the longer they continued their relationship. And that had been just part of what he'd been forced to sacrifice, in the end, and it had been for Bhaal.
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He just hadn't understood all that Orin had taken from him. Not until it's almost, in some ways, too late.
"Would you have a kiss from me now? Or have me deliver it when I return?"
The hint of a humour older than this moment, stretching back to before. Something remarkably casual given their previous positions and modes under which they had been introduced and made colleagues of a kind. In this moment, there's also the new. The quiet confidence that doesn't need violence to be persuasive.
No, this is a way of being that had come all too easily the longer they continued their relationship. And that had been just part of what he'd been forced to sacrifice, in the end, and it had been for Bhaal.