[Maybe this is bargaining. Maybe it's something like acceptance. Maybe it's something too terrible to think about. Whatever the case, it becomes impossible to fight the illusion, the longer it persists.
Even when a cold wind blows over the sea, nothing seems amiss. It only lasts a moment, after all, and all it does is prompt him to finally break the fragile tension preventing him from making contact.
Surely it won't crumble away if he does, right?
So with the chill, he wraps an arm around Fidelio's shoulders. There's a familiar warmth slotted in against his side all too easily, a warmth that had been painful in its absence when last he'd seen him.]
Sorry, Del, we still haven't sent you off proper. Not that it right matters if you'll be stickin' around, yeah?
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Even when a cold wind blows over the sea, nothing seems amiss. It only lasts a moment, after all, and all it does is prompt him to finally break the fragile tension preventing him from making contact.
Surely it won't crumble away if he does, right?
So with the chill, he wraps an arm around Fidelio's shoulders. There's a familiar warmth slotted in against his side all too easily, a warmth that had been painful in its absence when last he'd seen him.]
Sorry, Del, we still haven't sent you off proper. Not that it right matters if you'll be stickin' around, yeah?
[There's no resistance left, here.]