He is quiet as they walk back to the house, something in Alecto's mood stilling him. He can't help turning the events of the evening over in his head, the conversation between Alecto and his sister, the moment when Alecto had been standing right by his side, pressed up against him as he held Alecto's niece in his arms, living, breathing proof of magic and the cost of a fairytale for those caught within its bounds and rules.
It's still early in the evening, even if he feels a little wrung dry. As he closes the door behind them and locks it, he searches for something to say. Everything feels so inadequate to address - what had been forced on Alecto, the obvious longing in his gaze. And Joshua had his hands tied; there is only so much within his power, though there were more and more moments these days where he contemplated the necessity of committing a crime, thinking it would be worth it if only he could give the sea back to Alecto.
Even if it meant losing him in the giving.
Well, if he couldn't find words of his own, there was always -
"Alecto?" He asks, soft, curious. "It's still early. Would you like to read with me?"
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It's still early in the evening, even if he feels a little wrung dry. As he closes the door behind them and locks it, he searches for something to say. Everything feels so inadequate to address - what had been forced on Alecto, the obvious longing in his gaze. And Joshua had his hands tied; there is only so much within his power, though there were more and more moments these days where he contemplated the necessity of committing a crime, thinking it would be worth it if only he could give the sea back to Alecto.
Even if it meant losing him in the giving.
Well, if he couldn't find words of his own, there was always -
"Alecto?" He asks, soft, curious. "It's still early. Would you like to read with me?"