“Mm, I don’t know,” Elias said, with a light laugh in return, and a little disapproving shake of his head, though he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “Could be that the London fumes are already getting to your head,” he teased, although the smog didn’t seem so bad up here, surrounded by all her greenery – and she was being daft, of course. “Or to mine,” he considered. If anyone was dreaming, it ought to be him. An impromptu concussion didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility; some unlikely daze that had led him here, to someone he hadn’t ever expected to find.
Because Elias had long since come to terms with the prospect of being alone: he could have been perfectly contented with it. He liked his life; he was happy in it. This burst of feeling was something rare, and rather new – her hand covered his and he felt a shiver run through him, because he had always kept some slight measure of distance from her before. He had been determined to do things properly, so this – this was as close as they had ever been.
He wasn’t sure it was close enough – and he meant what he said about waiting, that she should take as long as she needed to let him in – but what with that last remark, Elias supposed that she might need a little assurance. Rather than pinch himself, he let go of her and put his arms around her instead, folding Daffodil into an embrace to prove the reality of this, or just because he wanted to hold onto her and this moment for a while yet. Besides, it had to be real, because there were certain things here he never would have dreamt up himself – her own shop, the rooftop garden with the pumpkins, the smell of her hair.
Because Elias had long since come to terms with the prospect of being alone: he could have been perfectly contented with it. He liked his life; he was happy in it. This burst of feeling was something rare, and rather new – her hand covered his and he felt a shiver run through him, because he had always kept some slight measure of distance from her before. He had been determined to do things properly, so this – this was as close as they had ever been.
He wasn’t sure it was close enough – and he meant what he said about waiting, that she should take as long as she needed to let him in – but what with that last remark, Elias supposed that she might need a little assurance. Rather than pinch himself, he let go of her and put his arms around her instead, folding Daffodil into an embrace to prove the reality of this, or just because he wanted to hold onto her and this moment for a while yet. Besides, it had to be real, because there were certain things here he never would have dreamt up himself – her own shop, the rooftop garden with the pumpkins, the smell of her hair.
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