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He seemed to have it figured out then—his answer to her question giving her enough to believe he had placed consideration for his own well-being in this selection as well… and still, she found herself stealing a glance at him from the side of her eyes, wondering if he was simply remaining dutiful now, in her wounded state. If she had hurt him far too much to repair the damage between them—

—and with that, her head would press gently to his chest, her ear listening to the thrum of his heartbeat. Realizing only after that countless days before, she had done the very same with Germanicus—informing him that he did, despite his words, have a heartbeat and it was not broken.

How stupid, the words seemed now, when she knew she had shattered the man before her—simply because his heart still beat did not mean he was living.

He was just existing.

She closed her eyes, trying to keep the forming tears from falling—particularly from him seeing. She didn’t deserve to be consoled by him. “Once you move in with me, it’s a lot harder to get rid of me,” she offered dryly, a sad jab at humor as a distraction.