They've always shown it different ways. Edgar attacks hope with shouting laughter and blinding smiles; Andrew with a quiet certainty. It all comes from the same place. All makes sense because they both feel it.
Of course Rachel will come back. She always does. And now, particularly, with the pair of them gone, with Argine ill, Rachel would come home again. Come lift into her arms again the beautiful little girl who didn't just belong to him and Argine, but to all four of them.
The last good thing they would do together, properly whole.
"And until then, we'll wait." Like they always did. Wait for the others to join them. Wait for the others to wake in the morning. Wait for the quiet moments when they could lean their forehead to Argine's or press a kiss to Eileen's cheek or catch hold of Rachel's hand and almost, almost reach through the veil. "You're good at waiting, nn?"
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Of course Rachel will come back. She always does. And now, particularly, with the pair of them gone, with Argine ill, Rachel would come home again. Come lift into her arms again the beautiful little girl who didn't just belong to him and Argine, but to all four of them.
The last good thing they would do together, properly whole.
"And until then, we'll wait." Like they always did. Wait for the others to join them. Wait for the others to wake in the morning. Wait for the quiet moments when they could lean their forehead to Argine's or press a kiss to Eileen's cheek or catch hold of Rachel's hand and almost, almost reach through the veil. "You're good at waiting, nn?"