[Grief is a strange thing. In a way, he lost her over a decade ago, but the time between then and now was empty of her, in a way that meant he couldn't mourn her, couldn't even remember that there was something to mourn, even if there was an emptiness in his heart that makes so much more sense, with remembering.
But Lup isn't grieving for herself, he doesn't think, she's grieving on behalf of him.
So there's no reassurances he can really give, but he wraps her up tight and smooths down her hair and tries to fight back tears.]
I know, bubbale, I know you will. I never doubted for a fucking second that you were coming back to me.
[It's a lie, in a way, but he never stopped hoping.]
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But Lup isn't grieving for herself, he doesn't think, she's grieving on behalf of him.
So there's no reassurances he can really give, but he wraps her up tight and smooths down her hair and tries to fight back tears.]
I know, bubbale, I know you will. I never doubted for a fucking second that you were coming back to me.
[It's a lie, in a way, but he never stopped hoping.]