She's ... lucky? That seems like the wrong word, somehow.
He nods at her, smiling again. Definitely. Definitely, definitely. They'll look for explanations together in books about metaphysics and hermetics and whatever else, and he'll get to hear what she thinks, what she would've done in his place, all the ways she would've fucking destroyed those monsters and puzzles. Yeah. And this is real already -- not a dream, or the wrong version of reality. Definitely.
"I know it shows in my, like, absolute glow right now," he jokes, "but... I'm happy. To see you." Which she knows already, he already basically said it, but. Whatever.
Wilde & Saira
She's ... lucky? That seems like the wrong word, somehow.
He nods at her, smiling again. Definitely. Definitely, definitely. They'll look for explanations together in books about metaphysics and hermetics and whatever else, and he'll get to hear what she thinks, what she would've done in his place, all the ways she would've fucking destroyed those monsters and puzzles. Yeah. And this is real already -- not a dream, or the wrong version of reality. Definitely.
"I know it shows in my, like, absolute glow right now," he jokes, "but... I'm happy. To see you." Which she knows already, he already basically said it, but. Whatever.