[ Gregor grips his hands as he finally plucks on the link that has been shining in his mind's eye this whole time. There's nothing to describe the relief of it: to feel for himself how much Miles aches to have him again, how similar their nerves had been, how unfounded all of Gregor's grimly braced self-restraint. He sinks into his mind with a deep shuddering breath and this, this part of it, feels as if the lifetime's delay has made it more sensitive, not less.
He doesn't have the first clue how they're going to manage this either. He does detest the idea of hiding Miles; he's scared, more, of stepping too early, of ruining a power base he's only just beginning to feel steady on. He's scared of losing Miles to the stars and of trapping him. He's wary of himself, of his own reactions, has no idea how they'll compare to what they were on Earth and if he'll ever regain the easy physical intimacy he'd found there.
Gregor's skin feels hot. He tries to put it all aside and just focus on Miles, but it's probably no surprise that Gregor's mind is as complex and fraught and multi-layered as ever. In contrast to how he was the first time around, on Earth, it's both more fragile from weathering so much outside onslaught on a constant basis, and sturdier, a weathered strip of sea resilient through storms. He's a deft hand with telepathic functions of all kinds, by necessity. Any of his old uneasiness with it has been long burned away. ]
I love you, [ he says thickly, as the only commentary he can offer. Enhanced by his life here rather than diminished by it. ]
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He doesn't have the first clue how they're going to manage this either. He does detest the idea of hiding Miles; he's scared, more, of stepping too early, of ruining a power base he's only just beginning to feel steady on. He's scared of losing Miles to the stars and of trapping him. He's wary of himself, of his own reactions, has no idea how they'll compare to what they were on Earth and if he'll ever regain the easy physical intimacy he'd found there.
Gregor's skin feels hot. He tries to put it all aside and just focus on Miles, but it's probably no surprise that Gregor's mind is as complex and fraught and multi-layered as ever. In contrast to how he was the first time around, on Earth, it's both more fragile from weathering so much outside onslaught on a constant basis, and sturdier, a weathered strip of sea resilient through storms. He's a deft hand with telepathic functions of all kinds, by necessity. Any of his old uneasiness with it has been long burned away. ]
I love you, [ he says thickly, as the only commentary he can offer. Enhanced by his life here rather than diminished by it. ]