[It had been his intention and it had not, as typically fickle as he was when his wants came to a head with the expectations he had, for himself and for others. It doesn't leave him any more heartsick than he has grown accustomed to.
He blinks at her retreating back, silent for her offer, and then turns away, back to his tasks. The cold comfort of duty.]
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He blinks at her retreating back, silent for her offer, and then turns away, back to his tasks. The cold comfort of duty.]