“Many things,” he says, and sits up fully, schooling his expression to something more serious. He cannot joke about his death here like he has in the past; it feels almost sacrilegious to do so with Benvolio. But he doesn’t know where or how to start, and he sighs.

“It felt like home, when he arrived. A continuation of —“ he makes a vague gesture, referencing the duel and assuming Benvolio will surely understand. “Like we had only paused, know thou.”