[Jeremiah just nods in response to her inquiry, sighing. It doesn't pain him as harshly, but when he has to explain the situation, it all comes into such uncomfortable focus just how fucked up it is. It's not something he'd wish upon a stranger, much less someone who's become so precious to him. It's also something he can push back out of his thoughts readily enough, used to it as he is.
The silence they're left with is heavy, but not exactly uncomfortable. When Cornelia speaks again, he takes a moment longer still to reply.]
Not as far as I'm aware. [Sometimes he felt like being sequestered to rural France was the same as living under a rock, but they were both present at the wedding.] I admit, I actually hadn't thought of it that way.
[Doing so does lighten his expression, easing the knit of his brow, at least. The loops in time may not close themselves perfectly, but a gap no longer seems like an inevitability. Assuming he does ever escape this place, anyway.]
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The silence they're left with is heavy, but not exactly uncomfortable. When Cornelia speaks again, he takes a moment longer still to reply.]
Not as far as I'm aware. [Sometimes he felt like being sequestered to rural France was the same as living under a rock, but they were both present at the wedding.] I admit, I actually hadn't thought of it that way.
[Doing so does lighten his expression, easing the knit of his brow, at least. The loops in time may not close themselves perfectly, but a gap no longer seems like an inevitability. Assuming he does ever escape this place, anyway.]