[ He doesn't answer for a long moment, swallowing over the dull ache in his throat at the thought that something might last. Something might be a safe constant, won't turn to dust in a handful of years. ]
. . . That's right. I'll make sure of that. I promise.
Re: Day 498, very very late
Has that ever not been the case?
I will be here in the morning. And for each morning after. And if we are ever apart, the wind will guide us back together again.
Re: Day 498, very very late
. . . That's right. I'll make sure of that. I promise.
Re: Day 498, very very late
[ A hand reaches up to continue stroking his hair. ]
You can relax now.