[That eases him. A little. But it does not purge the guilt from his bosom. Likewise, he turns on his camera, making sure it's only of his shoulders and up. He hardly needs to send them back to the other topic due to sloppiness. His gaze is soft and loving, full of wistfulness as is his small smile.]
Would that you could...but I suppose this will do for now. Two weeks is naught to us, and I have waited far longer for your return.
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Would that you could...but I suppose this will do for now. Two weeks is naught to us, and I have waited far longer for your return.