HARPER
Dark brows rise, azure gaze turning to the woman at his side. "She doesn't know, then?" Perhaps it is his own fault for assuming, but he wonders exactly how that revelation is going to go down. "Maybe it's for the best. Though her reaction is probably going to get worse with time, I'd hope she by now accepts that he's free to move on." Or maybe it's just foolish wishing, hoping that people would side with love and freedom of the soul instead of their own brokenheartedness. Phoebe is still young after all.
"If you do think of anyone, let me know. I only want what's best for everyone involved." His impartiality had come hard-won after years putting away criminals and delving into the morally grey areas of life. It's more difficult here, in matters of the heart, but Harper can only do what he can. "Time - and distance, if we can make it happen - can heal any wound." He chuckles, hoping Maea will understand his joking implication that they take each ex and run to the other end of Caido for a while.
"If you do think of anyone, let me know. I only want what's best for everyone involved." His impartiality had come hard-won after years putting away criminals and delving into the morally grey areas of life. It's more difficult here, in matters of the heart, but Harper can only do what he can. "Time - and distance, if we can make it happen - can heal any wound." He chuckles, hoping Maea will understand his joking implication that they take each ex and run to the other end of Caido for a while.
if brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy
I must be a poster child prodigy
