[Diarmuid was happy to break his own heart. Call it penance to tread this path of pain, as long as Waver was alive.
Waver wasn't even wrong, Diarmuid had also been up and out late and he seemed to require sleep again since coming back to life here. He gave the best, most assuring smile he could muster behind the deep sadness in his heart.]
[He was, admittedly, exhausted. The maddening solitude of an empty apartment was gone when it was less empty, and it was remarkable how many things he simply couldn't find the point in worrying about with Diarmuid nearby.]
[As long as he was alive, as long as he was happy, as long as they were together--that was enough. He could keep his silence knowing that was the case, or at least that was what Waver told himself.]
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Waver wasn't even wrong, Diarmuid had also been up and out late and he seemed to require sleep again since coming back to life here. He gave the best, most assuring smile he could muster behind the deep sadness in his heart.]
I'm not going anywhere.
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[He was, admittedly, exhausted. The maddening solitude of an empty apartment was gone when it was less empty, and it was remarkable how many things he simply couldn't find the point in worrying about with Diarmuid nearby.]
[As long as he was alive, as long as he was happy, as long as they were together--that was enough. He could keep his silence knowing that was the case, or at least that was what Waver told himself.]