He wasn't sure there was a single, direct interpretation of that. But somewhere in the mix—of a dry but gentle decline—there was, maybe, what he felt too. The wish (the hope) it could actually happen. And the willingness, however unlikely, to live in that hope a little longer.
He tightened his arms around her again, and released again; a hug to indicate her words accepted. The matter closed. "Okay."
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Date: 2019-09-16 06:52 am (UTC)He tightened his arms around her again, and released again; a hug to indicate her words accepted. The matter closed. "Okay."