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Color him confused. He paused opening the refrigerator and let his hand slip from the handle. "Uh..." He knew what that meant. It was a courting ritual of some sort. Gryf had explained it to him on one of the long, lonely Station nights. His eyebrow arched and he reached out to touch her pink cheeks. "Thank you."

Even the thought alone played with him. Being connected to another person forever, to some, might be horrifying.

Tony, however, lived in a world where he was always alone. People came and went. They never stayed for too long. Mostly, that was his own fault, he knew that.

"You didn't-- You shouldn't--" He let his fingers slip into the hair loosened from her ponytail and pulled her in. He probably shouldn't be kissing her in his kitchen but--

You just don't get over the love of your life in a year.