[He stays there for a time, fingers straying down to her hair to draw it through then let it fall. It's as much as he allows himself. She trusts him and is clearly drunk. One last pass and he draws back that straying hand.]
[A small touch to her forehead, and he tries to do whatever his weak telepathy will allow to soften and blur the memories of tonight. Or help the process. He can't ruin the life she's found here.]
[In the quiet of her room, he speaks three small words, ones that have defined him since he was brought into being.]
I love you.
[Easing himself out from under her by degrees, he laid her on a soft pillow. Maybe she would think she imagined him being there, another ghost from the past. A last tuck of the blanket, and Theta is slipping out as quietly as he could. Tomorrow. Well, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, as Shakespeare said.]
[It's a cold and lonely walk home, remembering where the warmth of her laid against him.]
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Date: 2013-05-15 05:25 am (UTC)[A small touch to her forehead, and he tries to do whatever his weak telepathy will allow to soften and blur the memories of tonight. Or help the process. He can't ruin the life she's found here.]
[In the quiet of her room, he speaks three small words, ones that have defined him since he was brought into being.]
I love you.
[Easing himself out from under her by degrees, he laid her on a soft pillow. Maybe she would think she imagined him being there, another ghost from the past. A last tuck of the blanket, and Theta is slipping out as quietly as he could. Tomorrow. Well, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, as Shakespeare said.]
[It's a cold and lonely walk home, remembering where the warmth of her laid against him.]