I do, I hated every moment that I had to be apart for you and I tried- I truly did, to find some way to give you word. To explain. I never intended to make you feel a fool, Jane. That is the last thing I would ever wish for you.
[He hates himself more than a little for not managing to find something. He'd scoured libraries and spoke with Heimdall, spoke with his mother even as she grieved the loss of his brother. Made vague requests of his father but no. There was nothing that he could work. He had not the power to return and it lodged a stone in his throat. To be here with her now is more than a dream breathed life.
But he cannot help but wonder how much longer it would be before he could visit her once more. The thought is too much to bear with her here, smiling, speaking with him, her hands in his. He puts it from his mind.]
Perhaps you may tell me what you have been researching in my absence?
[If there was nothing he loved more than simply holding Jane, it was listening to her speak of her research. It was the means through which they first began to bond in truth.]
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[He hates himself more than a little for not managing to find something. He'd scoured libraries and spoke with Heimdall, spoke with his mother even as she grieved the loss of his brother. Made vague requests of his father but no. There was nothing that he could work. He had not the power to return and it lodged a stone in his throat. To be here with her now is more than a dream breathed life.
But he cannot help but wonder how much longer it would be before he could visit her once more. The thought is too much to bear with her here, smiling, speaking with him, her hands in his. He puts it from his mind.]
Perhaps you may tell me what you have been researching in my absence?
[If there was nothing he loved more than simply holding Jane, it was listening to her speak of her research. It was the means through which they first began to bond in truth.]