Palamedes offers Harrow a wry quirk of a smile. "Thank you for letting me do the honors, Nonagesimus." He cleans his glasses against the towel--they come out still smudged, but serviceable enough to get him home--and puts them back on. "While not the circumstances either of us would have expected, it is good to see you again. Get some rest."
His expression softens when he looks at Gideon, who seems ready to come to pieces from her mix of emotions. The tension crackles between her and Harrow, and he is keenly aware that he only knows a fraction of all the complicated things they mean to each other. As he leaves the kitchen, he pauses next to Gideon and squeezes her shoulder. "You, too. And you can call for any reason."
Then he goes to collect his messenger back from the living room and make his exit.
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Date: 2021-05-24 01:33 am (UTC)His expression softens when he looks at Gideon, who seems ready to come to pieces from her mix of emotions. The tension crackles between her and Harrow, and he is keenly aware that he only knows a fraction of all the complicated things they mean to each other. As he leaves the kitchen, he pauses next to Gideon and squeezes her shoulder. "You, too. And you can call for any reason."
Then he goes to collect his messenger back from the living room and make his exit.