the words caught when he saw the faint flicker of tears in Eridanys’ eyes. Barely visible in the low light of Moon Harbor; shining like specks of snow on his lashes. Alba hated himself for not knowing what to say. Not knowing anything to say, not even a whisper, a sound of acknowledgement or apology. All he could do was put his arms out, pulling Eridanys into an embrace. It felt so small, so pitiful, but Alba held him tightly even in the silence, hoping it would be enough. Eridanys leaned into him; he exhaled a chilly breath into Alba’s hair, embracing him back. Holding him for a long time,
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