Cerulean Cape don't leave me drowning in your Sunday rain

Étoille, too, feels that pull to her, though he does not have the words to describe the experience. He is too simple, too unconcerned with the pursuit of fundamental truths to try and put a pin in their relationship. He would like her to stay. He does not expect her to stay. This is enough for him for now.

"Oui," he confirms, glancing involuntarily in the direction of their borders. "There was a war," he tells her, the first of the fundamental events that have occured in their distance, "I lived amongst the enemy for some time." Self consciously he dips his head, thinking again of his scars. 

And, of course, "I've missed you too."