[The hurt is still there. Loss is still sitting against the heart. But the quiet seep of certainty, passing back and forth between them, warm and solid and real, serves to gently undercut the unpleasant sensation that this ache will necessarily last exactly like this forever.
For a heartbeat, William turns toward the other man. It's a brief, glancing thing, pressing his forehead against Thomas's shoulder, but it intensifies the connection of the empathy bond another hair before he turns back to studying the view before them.
(There are other words, perhaps, for another time. This, here and now, is enough.)]
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For a heartbeat, William turns toward the other man. It's a brief, glancing thing, pressing his forehead against Thomas's shoulder, but it intensifies the connection of the empathy bond another hair before he turns back to studying the view before them.
(There are other words, perhaps, for another time. This, here and now, is enough.)]