[ Still a weight to bear, and a weight to give. It's indulgent for him, too, maybe -- he gets protective, he gets too protective, he knows, but even if his intention isn't selfish, taking care of someone is what gives him some comfort. He tucks his face against his hair, lightly taking Miles' hand in his own. ]
Still glowing in the dark. [ That mental image's stuck with him ever since Miles said it. It paints a picture. Pretty, in the same way the black glass of his own world is. ] But after those fifty years?
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Still glowing in the dark. [ That mental image's stuck with him ever since Miles said it. It paints a picture. Pretty, in the same way the black glass of his own world is. ] But after those fifty years?