[ Miles shifts a bit to hold the book in one hand, so that he can reach up with the other and lay it gently on Gregor's downturned head. The echo helps. It draws off the strongest portions of that initial swell and settles it into something calmer. A precious little spark of joy to be put with his other treasured memories. Gregor is messy too. And Gregor loves MIles' own mess right back, the same as Miles loves his ... He can't help but contrast it with Kitty, who is a wonderful, amazing friend but doesn't quite get that part of it. No talk of therapy or Miles' brokenness hurting other people here. (Maybe it's for the best that he has both, in contrast - there's a thought.)
He reads through it again as he leans back against Gregor, committing the words to memory. ]
Not at all. You really did know what you were getting into. [ That faint, blurry awe rises up again. ]
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He reads through it again as he leans back against Gregor, committing the words to memory. ]
Not at all. You really did know what you were getting into. [ That faint, blurry awe rises up again. ]