She seems to relax, and he does - a bit - as well, trying to take some comfort in the fact of her body beside his. It's not bad, he reminds himself, only different. Only disappointing having known more than this. If this was everything and always had been, he'd be content.
(He wouldn't be, not with everything else they're dealing with, but at least he wouldn't be quite so lovelorn.)
"When the time is right." There's an entire list of people for him to meet now, Vax's lover and both of hers and all the friends the two of them have picked up along the way. The less known faces as well, those villagers in charge of the black powder and the damnable duchess with her spider's limbs. So much to do, and also nothing to do, and a lot of heartache that he can mete out to himself in small bursts. He'll let himself feel it when he's alone; he'll make himself happy for her while they're together. "When you think the time is right. I'm the interloper - it's not up to me."
That, at least, has some humor to it. Her fly-by-night acquaintance, arriving fashionably late.
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(He wouldn't be, not with everything else they're dealing with, but at least he wouldn't be quite so lovelorn.)
"When the time is right." There's an entire list of people for him to meet now, Vax's lover and both of hers and all the friends the two of them have picked up along the way. The less known faces as well, those villagers in charge of the black powder and the damnable duchess with her spider's limbs. So much to do, and also nothing to do, and a lot of heartache that he can mete out to himself in small bursts. He'll let himself feel it when he's alone; he'll make himself happy for her while they're together. "When you think the time is right. I'm the interloper - it's not up to me."
That, at least, has some humor to it. Her fly-by-night acquaintance, arriving fashionably late.