He wanted to offer his help until the end of time. He regarded Orion as one of his favorite people, the one who smoothed over the pit of emptiness that opened inside Silas every once in a while. A hand closed on his elbow. Silas jumped, taken aback, but Phoebe didn’t even react to his awkward lurch, more focused on leaning in to see the photo he had opened to. “What is that?” Orion was not Phoebe. Orion was a comfort. Phoebe was… He didn’t even know how to describe Phoebe. An ever-expanding supernova. A hurricane that changed worlds and remade them.
