[ It's taken Jaime a long time to get here. Years. Sometimes, when he speaks of home, he's still not thinking about this place - he's thinking about the place that had always been his home, where he'd grown up, the people he had loved, the places he had always visited. But more and more, home becomes here.
You can belong to two places at once. Maybe Jaime's just all the more luckier for it. And when Ruka's sitting here by his side, warm against him, something that can only be described as loving even though he hadn't thought she'd get there so soon - looking at this, clearly she had - it's hard to look around him and not call this home. There are people he loves here.
The past year has just given him one more person to love. That's it. He splays his hand across one page, looking down at it. When people had asked him why he did what he did when there's no guarantee that he'll stick around, he'd always told them the same thing: it's for the people that will still be here.
They'll remember him. They'll remember all of them. Hopefully they'll remember them for what they are, not what they could be, or what they thought they were. But they'd be remembered. It's hard to speak for a second, so he doesn't. ]
Yeah, [ he manages. ] I guess I do. I mean... my world's better with you in it too.
[ That's something he can't quite shake off. It felt like he'd been drifting for a while. Dreaming. Then in the past year, all of a sudden, he'd woken up. But the world around him had been awake and alive that whole time. He just hadn't ever been able to see it. He shifts a little, leaning on her even as he raises a hand to scrub a little at his eyes. ]
Ruka... thank you.
[ It doesn't feel deserved. But on every page, there's people telling him that's not the case.
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You can belong to two places at once. Maybe Jaime's just all the more luckier for it. And when Ruka's sitting here by his side, warm against him, something that can only be described as loving even though he hadn't thought she'd get there so soon - looking at this, clearly she had - it's hard to look around him and not call this home. There are people he loves here.
The past year has just given him one more person to love. That's it. He splays his hand across one page, looking down at it. When people had asked him why he did what he did when there's no guarantee that he'll stick around, he'd always told them the same thing: it's for the people that will still be here.
They'll remember him. They'll remember all of them. Hopefully they'll remember them for what they are, not what they could be, or what they thought they were. But they'd be remembered. It's hard to speak for a second, so he doesn't. ]
Yeah, [ he manages. ] I guess I do. I mean... my world's better with you in it too.
[ That's something he can't quite shake off. It felt like he'd been drifting for a while. Dreaming. Then in the past year, all of a sudden, he'd woken up. But the world around him had been awake and alive that whole time. He just hadn't ever been able to see it. He shifts a little, leaning on her even as he raises a hand to scrub a little at his eyes. ]
Ruka... thank you.
[ It doesn't feel deserved. But on every page, there's people telling him that's not the case.
That's something. ]