"It was less complicated in Valisthea." There was always a goal to meet. It was so easy to put their relationship aside, their feelings, for what needed to be done.
"There were spans of time we hardly saw one another, coming and going from the Hideaway. It would make my heart ache, but as you say... there were distractions." Guilt for something so simple as missing Clive when so many suffered under the hands of their masters.
"We had no time to have problems between us," she says with slight amusement. "I missed you so much that when we were reunited it was as if the sun itself shone brighter. I was that happy when you returned."
"It must be. It makes nights like tonight all the more special," she says. They won't be heading home after this to crawl into bed together. They'll go home, say goodnight, and go to their own rooms.
"And it is. I'm very happy we're spending this time together."
“I am too.” He isn’t sure what to make of it yet, but he’s sure it’ll be better for both of them. “Just a week ago I thought I’d have to leave the house entirely to not make you upset at the sight of me.”
"I wouldn't have let you," she says. "Even when upset... I never want you gone, Clive."
Not entirely. Her efforts to cut him out here failed hilariously when it felt like she was stabbing herself in the chest. Space is good in a way, she knows, but not in any sort of permanent way.
"Better," she promises. "I look forward to sleeping on that side once more. But it really wasn't too bad of an injury. Didn't bleed as much as a head wound, for example."
"I shall not consider it healed until your skin is entirely unblemished," he replies, but he's fussy and he knows it; a little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
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"I'm trying," she promises.
local man doesn't gaf about seatbelts
"Come here," he says, untangling his fingers from hers so he can open his arm for her to join him on his side of the car.
Another fine in the making, Clive funds the city
Jill scoots over to fit under his arm and against his side.
"This is home, to me," she tells him. "All the reason to try is right here."
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"And if we can make it work here, we can make it work anywhere," he says.
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"I often wished you could have joined me," he says. "But I am still glad to have kept you safe, and it made our time together that much sweeter."
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"It must be. It makes nights like tonight all the more special," she says. They won't be heading home after this to crawl into bed together. They'll go home, say goodnight, and go to their own rooms.
"And it is. I'm very happy we're spending this time together."
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Not entirely. Her efforts to cut him out here failed hilariously when it felt like she was stabbing herself in the chest. Space is good in a way, she knows, but not in any sort of permanent way.
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"I'm glad. Is it terrible to be glad that fate insisted I care for you the other night?"
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And her pride, but that's a small thing.
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"How are they?"
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That was much worse.
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"That will take far too long and you know it well. I've never said as such to you, with your worse wounds."
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