[ The smile spreads to his mouth. It's getting ahead of things, of course, to assume he'll find them, and assume they'll want anything to do with him, and assume the inevitable initial awkward distance will be bridged and it will ever really be anything like having a family. But he can imagine this part clearly: introducing Byerly to people who matter, without any diplomatic calculations or cover stories or preexisting dislike or wariness to contend with, with all his love and pride out in the open. He's never been able to before. He wants to. ]
What's mine is yours.
[ Cheesy. True. Except for the books, the books are his. And the cello.
Anyway. ]
And if it does not work out for either of us, we will get five more dogs right away.
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Date: 2022-05-26 02:05 pm (UTC)What's mine is yours.
[ Cheesy. True. Except for the books, the books are his. And the cello.
Anyway. ]
And if it does not work out for either of us, we will get five more dogs right away.