It was luck that Grey was still here at all. That he remembered Anavha too.
Yet the words keep coming. There's so many of them. It's as close to speaking as GRey gets, but it's further than last year when Grey had pointed to old words tattooed on his body. these ones come and go and form sentences.
Anavha's a little in awe.
But he smiles gently and shakes his head, touching Grey's cheek as if to remind himself it's real. ]
No. I'm here.
I'm sorry I was go so long. I didn't mean to be. I hope this time I can stay longer.
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It was luck that Grey was still here at all. That he remembered Anavha too.
Yet the words keep coming. There's so many of them. It's as close to speaking as GRey gets, but it's further than last year when Grey had pointed to old words tattooed on his body. these ones come and go and form sentences.
Anavha's a little in awe.
But he smiles gently and shakes his head, touching Grey's cheek as if to remind himself it's real. ]
No. I'm here.
I'm sorry I was go so long. I didn't mean to be. I hope this time I can stay longer.