Stavanger Bay Hope it isn't repetition, though that's the only thing that keeps and takes you

lestan did not push reverie away; after a moment's hesitation he wound his arms around her, breathing out a shuddering sigh into her fur. "all we've been doing is arguing and not getting along," he murmured tearfully.
maybe they needed this separation. all lestan knew is that the idea of being without her sickened him, made him panic. with reverie in sweetharbor, and he here, why perhaps he could teach himself another skill and —
he squeezed his eyes shut and nuzzled tearfully into her fur.