[ i've a good feeling, william says, fingers catching on the sleeve of nightingale's suitjacket, and there's nothing to be done but shift just so until it's their fingers tangled together, skin and skin instead of cloth. ]
I may-
[ it's not what he's been taught at all, not how he's lived his life, but no man is an island and he does not want to return to the days when he'd sat in the folly alone and empty, when he'd had none but molly to keep him company for years on end and sought out nothing else.
he loves molly dearly, of course, but her company is the quiet kind. ]
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I may-
[ it's not what he's been taught at all, not how he's lived his life, but no man is an island and he does not want to return to the days when he'd sat in the folly alone and empty, when he'd had none but molly to keep him company for years on end and sought out nothing else.
he loves molly dearly, of course, but her company is the quiet kind. ]
-need to borrow some of that, if I may.