[ That's just like Mikleo, isn't it? Like both of them, really, to think of the other's thoughts and feelings; to try to assure and reassure, even when it might seem unnecessary.
The truth of it is, in the end, only time will tell who is right and who is wrong. But here and now, they're together again, against all odds. This is as close as they've ever been, too.
So, forget the page marker he'd set -- once he sees those eyes close and feels the other's body fully rest against him, he'll gently close the journal for the night and turn in. Sure, it's not exactly what he said he'd do, but he'll still be keeping his promise. ]
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The truth of it is, in the end, only time will tell who is right and who is wrong. But here and now, they're together again, against all odds. This is as close as they've ever been, too.
So, forget the page marker he'd set -- once he sees those eyes close and feels the other's body fully rest against him, he'll gently close the journal for the night and turn in. Sure, it's not exactly what he said he'd do, but he'll still be keeping his promise. ]