[ He follows a few paces behind him, hesitating after Viktor settles into place - watching him almost curl into himself makes Kyle want to reach over and pull him close again, but he's aware enough to give him some space. Instead, he remains standing to lean his back against the wall at one edge of the alcove, arms crossed over his chest.
Viktor's wrong about that last part. He's afraid of much worse things than bombs.
He shakes his head again, looking forward at the iron tree, and softly: ]
You're like John, in some ways. How he was before.
[ Before three decades spent in Basawar.
Maybe it's not the best thing to do, admitting similarities between the man you were involved with in another timeline and remain bound to in this one, and the man you're with now. But he has no experience in these matters to begin with, and nothing he's saying seems to offer much comfort anyway. ]
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Viktor's wrong about that last part. He's afraid of much worse things than bombs.
He shakes his head again, looking forward at the iron tree, and softly: ]
You're like John, in some ways. How he was before.
[ Before three decades spent in Basawar.
Maybe it's not the best thing to do, admitting similarities between the man you were involved with in another timeline and remain bound to in this one, and the man you're with now. But he has no experience in these matters to begin with, and nothing he's saying seems to offer much comfort anyway. ]