It's funny, the way she's always had a knack for saying what he's thinking.
"It's easier, isn't it? Thinking it was all just...a dream, or a fantasy - something unreal, something fictional - than having to really cope with the idea that it was real, and that the loss was that much harder." He laughs softly, really nothing more than a short exhale. "It was for me."
He doesn't know what happens now. Things are different between them, as much as neither of them wants it to be so, but there's one thing he does know - he doesn't think he could stand to lose her again. So he reaches up with one hand to grasp hers, nodding slightly.
"You're right, as always. You're here now, and there's been plenty of time lost in the meantime. That's enough dwelling on the past, don't you think?
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"It's easier, isn't it? Thinking it was all just...a dream, or a fantasy - something unreal, something fictional - than having to really cope with the idea that it was real, and that the loss was that much harder." He laughs softly, really nothing more than a short exhale. "It was for me."
He doesn't know what happens now. Things are different between them, as much as neither of them wants it to be so, but there's one thing he does know - he doesn't think he could stand to lose her again. So he reaches up with one hand to grasp hers, nodding slightly.
"You're right, as always. You're here now, and there's been plenty of time lost in the meantime. That's enough dwelling on the past, don't you think?