[There is more he ought to say. An apology is owed, certainly, and perhaps a bit of dignified groveling to earn her favor. He had his reasons for being gone for so long and as unfortunate as it might have been it made sense while he was away. It was easy to focus on battle and hardship and the betterment of the Nine realms, on rebuilding the Bifrost with all due haste when she was not before him.
Now he can only think himself the worst sort of fool for not trying harder to reach her. To send word. A letter, a sign, something that showed he remembered. That he intended to make good on his promise. As long as the time might have been for him she was of Midgard, their lives were shorter, sweeter, and such time stretches infinity longer when there is less of it to spare.
He is unaccustomed to such uncertainty, and yet the weight in his chest lessens when she leans into his hand. Just as soft and warm and real as he recalled.]
I- yes? I shall. Yes.
[Words. There are words he should be saying but it is difficult to recall them. Fandral would have such words for Jane. Poems, a dashing tale, adulations to her beauty. He has his hands and a smile that is soft and faintly adoring and just. Waits as she goes to change. Two minuets. After over a year, it is not so large a thing. He leans against the wall opposite, arms crossed, and waits.]
[Action]
Now he can only think himself the worst sort of fool for not trying harder to reach her. To send word. A letter, a sign, something that showed he remembered. That he intended to make good on his promise. As long as the time might have been for him she was of Midgard, their lives were shorter, sweeter, and such time stretches infinity longer when there is less of it to spare.
He is unaccustomed to such uncertainty, and yet the weight in his chest lessens when she leans into his hand. Just as soft and warm and real as he recalled.]
I- yes? I shall. Yes.
[Words. There are words he should be saying but it is difficult to recall them. Fandral would have such words for Jane. Poems, a dashing tale, adulations to her beauty. He has his hands and a smile that is soft and faintly adoring and just. Waits as she goes to change. Two minuets. After over a year, it is not so large a thing. He leans against the wall opposite, arms crossed, and waits.]