[ But then he wouldn't have gotten all those romantic gestures, so lovely in retrospect. No, he wouldn't trade that week for all the world, despite how badly he'd been worried about it.
Miles takes the journal then and lets his gaze scan down the page. The first half is familiar; he passes over it with a bit of warmth and not much else. But the second ... He goes utterly still as the words soak in, resonating with almost painful depth. Gregor had written it about him, when he'd been going crazy trying not to tell Miles ... A swell of emotion surges up in him, as unbidden and unavoidable as the tide. Painful but good; an old wound being tended to. He's felt Gregor's acceptance, been given all the proof he needs. So why is he blinking back tears to see his worthless excised bits gathered up and treasured on the page like this? ]
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[ But then he wouldn't have gotten all those romantic gestures, so lovely in retrospect. No, he wouldn't trade that week for all the world, despite how badly he'd been worried about it.
Miles takes the journal then and lets his gaze scan down the page. The first half is familiar; he passes over it with a bit of warmth and not much else. But the second ... He goes utterly still as the words soak in, resonating with almost painful depth. Gregor had written it about him, when he'd been going crazy trying not to tell Miles ... A swell of emotion surges up in him, as unbidden and unavoidable as the tide. Painful but good; an old wound being tended to. He's felt Gregor's acceptance, been given all the proof he needs. So why is he blinking back tears to see his worthless excised bits gathered up and treasured on the page like this? ]
Gregor ...