[ There's noise all around them, bodies shifting along the street like shadows, he's been paying them no mind. He follows her gaze to their hands, grimacing a bit when she talks about Pandora and what she survived there. When he looks up at her again he's quiet, putting his thoughts together. An answer he can be sure of is already there, buried beneath old truths and older promises, those rules he's always held himself to. The light of her smile isn't to tempt or lead astray. He can't fault her for needing freedom, and - that means sharing her, that's the only term he can think of. If there's any prickle of jealousy in him, he won't be able to hold it behind walls forever. Maybe from Angel, but not from Ilde.
But thinking of them together doesn't strike anything possessive in him. Whatever they are or aren't or never will be, he wants to be sure that he can make her happy and never be the reason that she's not.
(he doesn't think of the reason being that Ilde is another side of him, or that perhaps it would be different if another man were involved) ]
Yeah - [ He gives her another lopsided smile, expression softening. ] - I think this is okay.
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But thinking of them together doesn't strike anything possessive in him. Whatever they are or aren't or never will be, he wants to be sure that he can make her happy and never be the reason that she's not.
(he doesn't think of the reason being that Ilde is another side of him, or that perhaps it would be different if another man were involved) ]
Yeah - [ He gives her another lopsided smile, expression softening. ] - I think this is okay.
[ Right now, he is sure. ]