[He has an idea what the photos must mean to her. He knows what they mean to him. Sure, he's got hundreds of photos of Ignis, but never again like that. Every scrap of memory is important.
He really thought he'd be able to hold himself together until she'd gone, but as he tentatively returns her embrace, his eyes sting at the edges and he sniffles.] Yeah. Anytime.
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He really thought he'd be able to hold himself together until she'd gone, but as he tentatively returns her embrace, his eyes sting at the edges and he sniffles.] Yeah. Anytime.