[He smiles down at her, glad to see her no matter what's going on. She brightens up his day any day, and given the progress they've made getting back on track, he doesn't feel as though he's walking on eggshells anymore—especially after their argument turned romantic night in his bunk. The head injury had been worth it.]
Everything's fine, I just wanted to see you.
[He leans down to give her a casual kiss as he comes in, still not entirely over the novelty of being able to just do that because he wants to. It's kind of depressing that being able to kiss his wife is anything but completely normal and expected, but he's not going to think that way.]
Everything still feel okay, with the...?
[He gestures at his eye level with two fingers. It's probably not necessary for him to ask, since he can clearly see that the other glass patches haven't changed, but it's her eye. A speck of dirt in there hurts; a full conversion to glass seems like it should at least be uncomfortable.
Not that he wants her to be uncomfortable. He wants her back to herself, whole, even if he'll think she's beautiful no matter what. He wants to slide her ring back on her flesh and blood finger, but until then, he'll keep it safe. He's not so far from Yemen that it feels strange to wear a ring on a cord around his neck again, but this is different from Drake's ring. Rather than clinging to it as the key to his identity, he's been entrusted with something precious. That's humbling.]
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[He smiles down at her, glad to see her no matter what's going on. She brightens up his day any day, and given the progress they've made getting back on track, he doesn't feel as though he's walking on eggshells anymore—especially after their argument turned romantic night in his bunk. The head injury had been worth it.]
Everything's fine, I just wanted to see you.
[He leans down to give her a casual kiss as he comes in, still not entirely over the novelty of being able to just do that because he wants to. It's kind of depressing that being able to kiss his wife is anything but completely normal and expected, but he's not going to think that way.]
Everything still feel okay, with the...?
[He gestures at his eye level with two fingers. It's probably not necessary for him to ask, since he can clearly see that the other glass patches haven't changed, but it's her eye. A speck of dirt in there hurts; a full conversion to glass seems like it should at least be uncomfortable.
Not that he wants her to be uncomfortable. He wants her back to herself, whole, even if he'll think she's beautiful no matter what. He wants to slide her ring back on her flesh and blood finger, but until then, he'll keep it safe. He's not so far from Yemen that it feels strange to wear a ring on a cord around his neck again, but this is different from Drake's ring. Rather than clinging to it as the key to his identity, he's been entrusted with something precious. That's humbling.]