"Yes -- yes, her rooms are just down this way. My poor husband. I still haven't explained anything really, have I?"
For an instant, there's a sharp, bitter thought: there, you can see how it feels. She squelches the thought before it's fully formed, with a reflexive surge of shame.
Instead, she rests her head against his shoulder as they walk. Even after everything, the comfort in that is nearly overwhelming.
"I don't know how to explain half of it, because I've never understood it myself. But I promise you I'll tell you everything in a little while. Everything I know about Milliways. Is that all right? Can you manage all this strangeness until then?"
Please say you can, Marius. She feels terrible for asking him to meet dead friends and all the bizarreness of Milliways without the slightest clarification, but she also can't bear the thought of pulling together an explanation now, and facing all the questions he has a perfect right to ask, after everything today has already held.
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For an instant, there's a sharp, bitter thought: there, you can see how it feels. She squelches the thought before it's fully formed, with a reflexive surge of shame.
Instead, she rests her head against his shoulder as they walk. Even after everything, the comfort in that is nearly overwhelming.
"I don't know how to explain half of it, because I've never understood it myself. But I promise you I'll tell you everything in a little while. Everything I know about Milliways. Is that all right? Can you manage all this strangeness until then?"
Please say you can, Marius. She feels terrible for asking him to meet dead friends and all the bizarreness of Milliways without the slightest clarification, but she also can't bear the thought of pulling together an explanation now, and facing all the questions he has a perfect right to ask, after everything today has already held.