[Feeling Mira's arms around him tighten, Emet-Selch nestles reflexively against her, as if they could get any closer. It wasn't... a bad feeling, to be held like this. Nostalgic.
And complicated. As complicated a choice as either of them could have made. And even if the solitude was still there, the loneliness ever-present and unmoving, it was- not terrible to pretend otherwise, for a time.]
Thank you.
[Almost formally spoken. Shifting a hand, he brushed it against the side of Mira's face, smoothing back any stray pieces of hair, but mostly just- quietly touching her, in some small way.]
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And complicated. As complicated a choice as either of them could have made. And even if the solitude was still there, the loneliness ever-present and unmoving, it was- not terrible to pretend otherwise, for a time.]
Thank you.
[Almost formally spoken. Shifting a hand, he brushed it against the side of Mira's face, smoothing back any stray pieces of hair, but mostly just- quietly touching her, in some small way.]