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warmth floods him as she speaks, echoing his own thoughts. "i hope so," the androgyne answers vaguely, either pleased with seabreeze's offer (they could use a more nurturing prescence -- god knows neither he nor queenie are equipped for that) or afraid of the endless open of the future. who knows what will happen tomorrow? so many have died or left under him.

it is different than him promising. he can trust his own promises.

still: "thank you for coming back to me," delight whispers sheepishly, moving to wind himself around her if she will allow it. maybe in a different world he'd be -- what, straight? normal? -- whatever feelings these are, he does not want to deal with them right now. seabreeze is his friend and she is here and that is enough. that will be enough.