[ Oh, Arthur is exceedingly aware of G’raha’s willingness to die for him. If the First did not clue him in, then the events of Ultima Thule certainly did. That one was the hardest, the moment where Arthur nearly pulled him close and kissed him right then, where he nearly begged him not to do this to him.

That would have been unfair to them both. Unfair especially for their comrades who already gave themselves up to pave the way forward. That walk at the edge of the universe had been the most harrowing moments of Arthur’s life. Never again.

He is going to hold fast to this man as hard and as long as he can.

Now is not the time for such thoughts, anyway. This is a happy moment, one that Arthur will keep close in his memory for the rest of his very long life.

His hand comes away from G’raha’s waist so he can finally fix his glasses, not one to let them sit crooked for too long. A short moment later, however, he’s reaching out to caress the side of the miqo’te’s face, thumb tracing the gentle swell of his cheek. ]

Darling G’raha.

[ Fond, and wholly amused. ]

I am afraid you are possessed of all the subtlety of a brick when it comes to your feelings. Perhaps that’s for the best though, hm? How could I not fall in love with someone who loves so fiercely?