Was I doing that? [He looks up, guilty for a moment, lower lip bitten down with thought. It feels like reality could fold in around them just to contain the paradox of his being here with her, the very concept of them being for the moment unformed, and as such also unbroken. He'd like to tell her about the good times. Holidays where her family almost made him feel like he had a new one of his own. Condo hunting, and christening. A spectacular honeymoon. For all the mistakes made, there's enough to make it seem worth it.
He smiles, as suddenly and brightly as sunlight cracking stormclouds, and clinks his glass with her.] Sorry. I could go back to the office gossip, if you like.
it seems that all my bridges have been burned, you say that's just how this grace thing works
He smiles, as suddenly and brightly as sunlight cracking stormclouds, and clinks his glass with her.] Sorry. I could go back to the office gossip, if you like.