[And just like that he tapers off, sufficiently hushed as his focus recalibrates from his guilt and his regret and his horror over onto something quite different.
It hasn't been five long months, for him. Truly, it hasn't been even a day since last he saw her. His separation from her has been meager, minute; he'd found it a mild annoyance, when he'd turned up at the train station and she'd been nowhere to be found, but it'd gone no farther than just that: a mild annoyance.
They're different now, and he doesn't like that. They're out of sync, fractured, very slightly dislodged from each other in a way that never ought to be.
But it's very easy to bring them back into step, when they're together. It's so easy it's entirely instinctual, because he doesn't have to think about it in the slightest; he simply has to be himself, and she will be too.]
...I suppose I just might, if you don't hurry and contrive some means of preventing me outright.
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[And just like that he tapers off, sufficiently hushed as his focus recalibrates from his guilt and his regret and his horror over onto something quite different.
It hasn't been five long months, for him. Truly, it hasn't been even a day since last he saw her. His separation from her has been meager, minute; he'd found it a mild annoyance, when he'd turned up at the train station and she'd been nowhere to be found, but it'd gone no farther than just that: a mild annoyance.
They're different now, and he doesn't like that. They're out of sync, fractured, very slightly dislodged from each other in a way that never ought to be.
But it's very easy to bring them back into step, when they're together. It's so easy it's entirely instinctual, because he doesn't have to think about it in the slightest; he simply has to be himself, and she will be too.]
...I suppose I just might, if you don't hurry and contrive some means of preventing me outright.