“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.”
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Date: 2025-05-20 03:01 am (UTC)“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.”