[He says it lightly, a fond bright echo of another adventure they'd had together when he'd meant it much more profoundly, and his rescue had been much more serious than the one he's completed today.
A smile like that...strange to think that there had once been a time in his life when he'd thought such things didn't belong to him, for one reason or another.
It makes him, fleetingly, think of his mother. Not because Rosalind is very much like her, of course, or anything to do with how he sees her, and it takes him a second or two to place why before he realizes —
Of course. That's how she used to smile at him when he would coax her to eat, murmuring so sweetly about what she would do without him, how he always takes such good care of her...
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[He says it lightly, a fond bright echo of another adventure they'd had together when he'd meant it much more profoundly, and his rescue had been much more serious than the one he's completed today.
A smile like that...strange to think that there had once been a time in his life when he'd thought such things didn't belong to him, for one reason or another.
It makes him, fleetingly, think of his mother. Not because Rosalind is very much like her, of course, or anything to do with how he sees her, and it takes him a second or two to place why before he realizes —
Of course. That's how she used to smile at him when he would coax her to eat, murmuring so sweetly about what she would do without him, how he always takes such good care of her...
He doesn't, obviously. And yet.
And yet.]
Happy Valentine's Day, Rosalind.