[He brings his hand up to card gentle fingers through the tail ends of Laurent's soft hair, smiling down at his lover. Their lanterns drift down the river, and with them, a weight off of Damen's shoulders. This must be what the natives mean by finding catharsis and comfort in this festival. His arm curls around Laurent, just holding him while they stand together at the bank of the river, listening to the soft sounds of other mourners and the lap of water against the shore.]

You know that isn't what I meant. [He chides gently, voice still soft.] Just that you will never have to feel alone again. I did not know your brother, but... I think he would want that for you.