[Ben doesn't answer for a long moment even after she answers, after he nods. His fingertips over her hair smooth into his fingers, his palm, and he leans his forehead against hers before he breathes out.
They will remember each other. There isn't much more either of them can promise, not really, not now and not within the foreseeable future. It is, he finds, enough.
It has to be enough, and it is.]
I suppose that's it, then.
[Another moment, his thumb stroking against the crown of her head, and then he straightens back.]
You'll tell me before you go, after you've told the others? [Because of course she'll tell them, of course she has business to tie up. And she'll tell him if there's anything he can do when she's done, before she goes, before they're really done. That's it.]
[ Spam ]
They will remember each other. There isn't much more either of them can promise, not really, not now and not within the foreseeable future. It is, he finds, enough.
It has to be enough, and it is.]
I suppose that's it, then.
[Another moment, his thumb stroking against the crown of her head, and then he straightens back.]
You'll tell me before you go, after you've told the others? [Because of course she'll tell them, of course she has business to tie up. And she'll tell him if there's anything he can do when she's done, before she goes, before they're really done. That's it.]