[ Oh. They're holding hands. Shame burns in Miles in return, that Gregor has to do this to assuage his stupid feelings. There's a bit of a struggle for a moment as he wavers between gratitude and protective reticence; after a moment, gratitude wins out after all, and he warms into that touch. Selfishly, so selfishly. ]
I suppose they would have to be unique. In order to endure me for that long.
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I suppose they would have to be unique. In order to endure me for that long.