In that we are very much alike, he admitted quietly, finally turning to nuzzle at her arm as the words and affection of the girl, the starwhale, and the gryphon began to sink in. Not being enough... and not being able to stop trying. But though she might not have always succeeded in what she set out to do, he did not think she had ever sunk to the depths that he had... and he could not bear the thought of it happening to her, as it had with him.
You are helping now, he said instead, tired and sad, weary and lost, but not as alone as his head had tried to trick his heart into thinking he was. You are enough for me. And maybe together... maybe we can better together than we are alone? the question was a hesitant one, his heart reaching out to hers, to the sister he had never had, the family he had found in this most unexpected of worlds. People who cared, not about what he could do for them, but simply for him; a lesson Rory was still trying to drum through his thick, white-haired skull.
You are helping now, he said instead, tired and sad, weary and lost, but not as alone as his head had tried to trick his heart into thinking he was. You are enough for me. And maybe together... maybe we can better together than we are alone? the question was a hesitant one, his heart reaching out to hers, to the sister he had never had, the family he had found in this most unexpected of worlds. People who cared, not about what he could do for them, but simply for him; a lesson Rory was still trying to drum through his thick, white-haired skull.
