I think... I rather be your brother, too. [ruffling his hair, fondly, just... looking at him. taking in all the things he hasn't seen for centuries. eyes so blue -- his own, looking back at him and soft blonde and...]
...That's how we're meant to be, right?
[is this real? he-- almost wants to squeeze him so tight and keep him there, protect him from everything if it's true. his mind is whirling, overwhelmed, and it's all so strange without that other... voice in the back of his head, and--]
It's going to be okay. [going to be okay. all of it will be okay. don't think... not yet, just. wait... absorb, a bit... he's here again; dwell on that, and...]
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...That's how we're meant to be, right?
[is this real? he-- almost wants to squeeze him so tight and keep him there, protect him from everything if it's true. his mind is whirling, overwhelmed, and it's all so strange without that other... voice in the back of his head, and--]
It's going to be okay. [going to be okay. all of it will be okay. don't think... not yet, just. wait... absorb, a bit... he's here again; dwell on that, and...]