Laertes nuzzles his cheek against Galahad's hair just a little. "He loves thee," he says, sure as summer. "He loves thee deeply, singularly, to distraction; he loves thee, and he is a better and happier man for loving thee. There is nothing that he would have in place of thee, for in his eyes, there is no one and nothing better than thee."
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Date: 2024-02-29 07:21 pm (UTC)