[His forehead rests gently against hers as he listens, tries to pick apart the secrets she's keeping from him. Another new thing.
Secrets.
He's meant to be the spy here, not her.
His throat moves as he swallows.]
How long?
[He can't think of anything else to ask. He's still not certain he understands how he got here, when he can still feel the heat and pain of his body tearing apart in a way there should be no here to get to. He doesn't know how much time it takes for someone to be put back together until their body is whole without a mark to show what it'd been through.
He doesn't know how long it'd take for that kind of sadness to become a permanent part of Diana's being.]
no subject
Secrets.
He's meant to be the spy here, not her.
His throat moves as he swallows.]
How long?
[He can't think of anything else to ask. He's still not certain he understands how he got here, when he can still feel the heat and pain of his body tearing apart in a way there should be no here to get to. He doesn't know how much time it takes for someone to be put back together until their body is whole without a mark to show what it'd been through.
He doesn't know how long it'd take for that kind of sadness to become a permanent part of Diana's being.]
How long has it been?