[ Gregor is all too keenly aware of just how different it is to love him here, in full context, compared to on Earth in that dimension. He's gone over it in his head a thousand times, not just for Miles but in general, making himself more and more desolate in expectation of ever finding someone.

Not right now but I want to try is... exactly how he feels, besides. He lets out a shaky breath and wonders, in the insanity of all this, what he'd ever done to get this unbelievably lucky.

In an air of relieved confession, ] I don't know if I could take any more than that. [ He's frightened, too, staring at the scope of what lies before them and trying not to balk. Miles is easy-- just Miles himself. It's all the rest that is too much. In direct contrast to everyone else's opinion of Miles...

Gregor shifts his chair to orient out away from the table, and holds his hands out. ] I know I've been in your head a thousand times by now, but can we--

[ He stops, suddenly sure Miles must be feeling a similar, insistent itch, like ants crawling along his skin incessantly until he fulfills the urge. They really are too codependent now, mentally. He doesn't care. He doesn't know how he's existed all the time without Miles in his head perpetually. They've been close at times, but nothing like what they'd had on Earth. ]