Was it just last night that he told her to stop touching him? Tried to command her mentally to either let go or to keep holding his arm? He knows by feel where she is; her fingers are like feathers dragging across his skin and her memory is long; she knows he likes that.
"You can smoke in this bed all you want." With a laugh his eyes open and he studies her, feeling for all the world like his birthday and Christmas arrived early, wrapped together in a neat little package.
For the first time since he came to this place, he sees things clearly, stretched out before him in infinitely possibilities, infinite patterns. He sees the magic behind it all, and the brilliance of it all, and the potential in it all.
And he understands the symbolism in divesting himself of the gemstones he'd collected: the sapphire to Elaine, one emerald to Tom, the other to Charlie. He needed to shed the old.
He needed to do it to make room for this.
"Fleur, my heart and soul." He leans forward to kiss her.
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"You can smoke in this bed all you want." With a laugh his eyes open and he studies her, feeling for all the world like his birthday and Christmas arrived early, wrapped together in a neat little package.
For the first time since he came to this place, he sees things clearly, stretched out before him in infinitely possibilities, infinite patterns. He sees the magic behind it all, and the brilliance of it all, and the potential in it all.
And he understands the symbolism in divesting himself of the gemstones he'd collected: the sapphire to Elaine, one emerald to Tom, the other to Charlie. He needed to shed the old.
He needed to do it to make room for this.
"Fleur, my heart and soul." He leans forward to kiss her.