[That faith in him again. Gregor's surprised at this new take on it, not just that he's a good and loyal liege-lord and a trustworthy friend but also... someone Miles believes would defend their connection. He's true, of course, but he's surprised.
Yet that gets overtaken by feeling Miles silently accept his own internal bleeding, appearing to mutely accept his lot in life as being eternally undesirable for commitment. It sends an answering sharpness through Gregor, paining him deeply, making something in his chest flip over and want to reach out and--
He finds his hand has physically found Miles's, resting on top of it, warm and dry. He finds also that he can't quite blame it on the wine.]
You only need one in three hundred million to say yes, [he says, lowly. If he can't assuage this himself, (I would marry you if one of us were female,) he'll do his best elsewise.] And I wouldn't be surprised if there was only one worthy of being your wife. You just have to find her-- or she has to find you.
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Yet that gets overtaken by feeling Miles silently accept his own internal bleeding, appearing to mutely accept his lot in life as being eternally undesirable for commitment. It sends an answering sharpness through Gregor, paining him deeply, making something in his chest flip over and want to reach out and--
He finds his hand has physically found Miles's, resting on top of it, warm and dry. He finds also that he can't quite blame it on the wine.]
You only need one in three hundred million to say yes, [he says, lowly. If he can't assuage this himself, (I would marry you if one of us were female,) he'll do his best elsewise.] And I wouldn't be surprised if there was only one worthy of being your wife. You just have to find her-- or she has to find you.