Ankyra Sound piyugaktuk

She all but melted in to him.

The apologies were lost to the heft of his coat, and would do no good for his ears, as he refused them utterly. Holding her now, Kigipigak wondered about the many things he could tell her.

No, I am sorry, for a man who put such little value within an apology, he was willing to bear this weakness for her. It spilled out before he could help it, but unlike when Kigipigak had tried to speak with Lane, this was.. easy.

I looked, and I looked, but I could not find you. And I learned to live with that. I... I gave up. It was painful to admit, but he had to say it. He had to have it known; Kigipigak moved on, letting the connection to her stagnate. Letting himself think he had been abandoned yet again.

She was here now — what else mattered?

You're here. A pause, still in shock. As he pulled free of her and they shared a chasm of space, he wondered with his eyes: where, why, how?