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The quiet they shared wasn't an awkward one.

They had gone from complete strangers to having shared their bodies with one another, and now it seemed the rest of their fate would catch up with them. Glaukos did not mind that things were out of order; he was glad to be of use, and so far as he was concerned Javelina had been in a state of profound need which could only be satisfied with himself. Whatever tie he might've had to her, or her children, or to anything between them was vague at best. He had done as he had been told, even if he couldn't justify someone wanting him of all people, and in that way.

She was slow to broach the subject of her own past, not that he minded. They had all the time in the world to get to know one-another. She shared by the way she looked to the space around them, and by the tone of her voice, how this place had been known to her — important, in its ways, but in a painful way. Nobody was here now; any future that sprang to life would be spontaneous, as everything about their pairing had been.

A twitch to Glaukos' lips indicated he had the inclination to smile, but something prevented him from it while Javelina spoke of her changing tastes. In the lull after, he remarks: I was not permitted to like anyone, as a soldier.

Finally he looked away from her, to the ground. I like you though.

Beyond what they had shared, he enjoyed how easy it was to speak with her. How patient she was. The way Jav did not take anything too seriously except what mattered — like fresh provisions, a safe place to rest, and the safety of their surroundings. She was a solitary sort of person, which meshed well with Glaukos.