[Eurydice looks up at him with eyes shining, wet, and there's that shake of her head and suddenly he knows. He knows. Just as he had remembered the rest of his story when he woke up here, surely, then, she's remembered hers. Then...
There's a sharp pain in his chest at that, and he sucks in a breath--but she's leaning a little towards him and that's all the permission he needs to move the rest of the way over to her on the floor and wrap his arms around her, to pull her against him and hold her, shield her from the ending of her story, the story he's heard told a thousand times in song, in poetry, that he himself had studied.
He'd known from the moment he met Orpheus, from the moment he had seen their faces in the Yearbook, and yet, the more he had gotten to know them, had grown to love them, somewhere in a tiny little corner of his heart he had hoped--
---yet, here they are. Here they both are and she's not in her dorm and he knows what that means. He can't even begin to imagine who would do this; what happened. But now is not the time to ask yet. Now is the time to hold Eurydice close and rest his hand in her hair and gently rock her a little, try to comfort her as he sings, quietly:]
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There's a sharp pain in his chest at that, and he sucks in a breath--but she's leaning a little towards him and that's all the permission he needs to move the rest of the way over to her on the floor and wrap his arms around her, to pull her against him and hold her, shield her from the ending of her story, the story he's heard told a thousand times in song, in poetry, that he himself had studied.
He'd known from the moment he met Orpheus, from the moment he had seen their faces in the Yearbook, and yet, the more he had gotten to know them, had grown to love them, somewhere in a tiny little corner of his heart he had hoped--
---yet, here they are. Here they both are and she's not in her dorm and he knows what that means. He can't even begin to imagine who would do this; what happened. But now is not the time to ask yet. Now is the time to hold Eurydice close and rest his hand in her hair and gently rock her a little, try to comfort her as he sings, quietly:]
When the light is running low
And the shadows start to grow
And the places that you know
Seem like fantasy...
Don't forget
I'm with you in the dark