[Her hand on his face, a coolness that he expected by now. Her lips upon his, as he's pulled down into a kiss. But he permits it, resting his forehead a little against Irhya's afterward, holding his earrings close in his left hand. And her words... they were once ones that would have gone over poorly, for all that they wouldn't have come as a surprise. If there was surprise at all, it was in hearing the admittance, in feeling the echo of it flicker across through their renewed Bond.
It felt nice to have it again.]
I know.
[Rather than resentment or grief, a refusal to accept her words for what they were- the concern and the care that he knew lay behind them- there's only a small sort of sadness. Nor does he pull away from her.]
Would that I could return it in the way you would prefer.
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It felt nice to have it again.]
I know.
[Rather than resentment or grief, a refusal to accept her words for what they were- the concern and the care that he knew lay behind them- there's only a small sort of sadness. Nor does he pull away from her.]
Would that I could return it in the way you would prefer.