[Zenyatta waited- and then his hands slid away from Gabriel's as if they were little more than shadows on its surface, until they gathered in his lap. Where did he disappear to when they spoke openly like this? Some distant past otherwise impenetrable to his insights, faces and voices he could not hope to recognise.
It was, he knew, wrong to feel hurt by that distance when so much had been shared with him already, yet for a moment his own silence opened like a great, dark gulf between them. Shadows licked uncertainly along his kneeling form.
And dissipated. He sighed.]
There is so much more to life than "romantic" love. [Said wistfully, but he meant it.]
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It was, he knew, wrong to feel hurt by that distance when so much had been shared with him already, yet for a moment his own silence opened like a great, dark gulf between them. Shadows licked uncertainly along his kneeling form.
And dissipated. He sighed.]
There is so much more to life than "romantic" love. [Said wistfully, but he meant it.]