[ Surprising though it may be, Grelle is more than content to go along with it. The silence that hangs between them is comfortable— no, intimate. It’s with some hesitation that she breaks it, her sigh bittersweet. ]
Nearly two-hundred and fifty years late, William.
[ She pulls back just enough to look at him properly, tracing a knuckle along the concave of his cheek. ]
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Nearly two-hundred and fifty years late, William.
[ She pulls back just enough to look at him properly, tracing a knuckle along the concave of his cheek. ]
But I’m glad you’re here.