[ Not for nothing, Goody, but this is important. He does want you to slow down a minute. Instead of sudden violence, however, it's the steady love that the man has had for him for years. Their kiss is chaste enough, if lingering, Goody's arms around his chest and his own looping around his neck.
Home.
For a man who had never really had solid ground since landing on the American Shores, it's here that he finds home. In the press of Goody's forehead against his, the soft smile, the way his eyes wrinkle up slightly. He could be in the deepest pits of hell and he'd still find peace as long as Goody was beside him. ]
No matter how bad it gets. We're in this together.
[ There hadn't been enough time for this on the battlefield. For reunions and apologies. For the arguments and the insults and refusing to go after him when he left. Part of him wanted him gone. Maybe he would have survived. Maybe he would have made it to come and lay flowers on his own grave. ]
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Home.
For a man who had never really had solid ground since landing on the American Shores, it's here that he finds home. In the press of Goody's forehead against his, the soft smile, the way his eyes wrinkle up slightly. He could be in the deepest pits of hell and he'd still find peace as long as Goody was beside him. ]
No matter how bad it gets. We're in this together.
[ There hadn't been enough time for this on the battlefield. For reunions and apologies. For the arguments and the insults and refusing to go after him when he left. Part of him wanted him gone. Maybe he would have survived. Maybe he would have made it to come and lay flowers on his own grave. ]
I'm sorry. About...