[He hesitates at those words because— no, that is not want he wants. He didn't want for Sandalphon to feel haunted by him. If that was how he felt about him, then it might be better if he didn't think of him at all...]
That was never my intention.
[But he looks down at the offered hand, and in his heart, he knows exactly what he wants. As the supreme primarch, he had denied himself his own desires for so long... Or maybe, it was because of his choices that he'd not been able to do these sorts of things for so long. But that was no longer the case.
So he reaches out to take his hand. (For a moment, before their hands meet, he starts to wonder if Sandalphon is also real, or if this was just the dream of a primal who'd longed for more than he can remember.) But Sandalphon is also very real, and the warmth in his hand reminds him of afternoons in that garden.
...yes. This was what he had wanted. This was what he had missed.]
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That was never my intention.
[But he looks down at the offered hand, and in his heart, he knows exactly what he wants. As the supreme primarch, he had denied himself his own desires for so long... Or maybe, it was because of his choices that he'd not been able to do these sorts of things for so long. But that was no longer the case.
So he reaches out to take his hand. (For a moment, before their hands meet, he starts to wonder if Sandalphon is also real, or if this was just the dream of a primal who'd longed for more than he can remember.) But Sandalphon is also very real, and the warmth in his hand reminds him of afternoons in that garden.
...yes. This was what he had wanted. This was what he had missed.]
Thank you.