[ Hand half closed, to not bother his wound, he strokes the side of Harry's cheek, and leaves a kiss there, and then another. It fills his spirit to see him happy and hopeful like this, the sort of things that he knows Harry wants to feel, but so seldom does. ]
It must be such a relief. I would be glad to.
[ Tim lets him do the honors of pouring it out, accustomed at this point to letting Harry dote on him so he doesn't have to be on his feet. ]
To Lieutenants Irving and Jopson, and Captain Crozier. May their own second chances bring them happiness, and may God watch over them, wherever they may be.
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Date: 2026-01-21 06:18 am (UTC)[He kisses back, eyes half closed. For perhaps the first time he can consider the fate of his former crewmates without a sense of doom.
He pulls back, smiling.]
To at least drink to their health. I don't know how to explain it, Tim. I just feel... [Always a sensitive soul, Harry's eyes tear up.]
I did Irving's autopsy. But somewhere he's alive, and no matter the hardships he has the same opportunities that I do.
I don't know. But I feel hope.
[He wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand.]
Ah. Would you like a glass of wine with me, my darling?
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Date: 2026-01-22 01:45 am (UTC)It must be such a relief. I would be glad to.
[ Tim lets him do the honors of pouring it out, accustomed at this point to letting Harry dote on him so he doesn't have to be on his feet. ]
To Lieutenants Irving and Jopson, and Captain Crozier. May their own second chances bring them happiness, and may God watch over them, wherever they may be.