[ it's brief. it's just a small trickle of his ache. but tears do fall from his eyes when elysia confirms it—the obvious fact that adolphe did love yves. yves, who thought that no one ever could. even if it wasn't the right kind of love. ]
... I'm sorry, too.
[ just a sad, pathetic little whisper for lack of anything else to say ]
[ one of her hands comes up to gently stroke his head. she will affirm that someone loves him without any hesitation, even if it's not the kind of love he seeks most.
love is love is love, and it matters. ]
We're both sorry tonight, and we might still be sorry tomorrow, and that's fine. I'll be here until you no longer want me to be.
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... I'm sorry, too.
[ just a sad, pathetic little whisper for lack of anything else to say ]
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love is love is love, and it matters. ]
We're both sorry tonight, and we might still be sorry tomorrow, and that's fine. I'll be here until you no longer want me to be.
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yves eases a bit, no longer as tense as he was when the hug started. a little bit less like he's trying to hold himself together. ]
... please don't let me keep you.
[ he's going to be in shambles for a while, and would feel bad making anyone stay with him ]
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[ she says that firmly. ]
I will stay.
[ she will not feel bad for making him feel bad about this. ]