[He cannot say in any honesty that he lingers merely for her sake. or that there isn't a sense of calm to be found for Rip as well when he holds her. Of course, he's fairly certain the lights dimming is all her--a phenomenon that has him glancing briefly upward with the fading brightness in the hall.
How incredible, to see such a display of what he hopes is peace manifest.
She thanks him, and the corner of Rip's mouth tugs upward in a grin. Really, nothing he's done seems anything beyond what he should do, and certainly it's all what Gideon deserves. His concern and his care are things she's shown him in greater measure in the past; they are how she has saved him, time and again, when he felt utterly lost and without shelter save for her.]
Always, Gideon. [Rip, she calls him, and he finds he rather does like to hear her say it.
Yet even as sweet as this moment is (and Rip hugs her still, his hands on her back stretching just enough to play with the ends of her hair), he knows they cannot spend all day embracing in the hall. He meets her gaze a moment longer, then turns his eyes towards the hall leading to the bridge where he expects the others are waiting impatiently for some brand of news.]
Do you think you're ready for, ah, introductions, lets say? [The Legends could be a force on an ordinary day, and Rip would certainly understand if Gideon found the prospect of dealing with them as she is now overwhelming. Of course all of them--or most of them--would mean well enough. They simply could be a bit much.
As Gideon is well aware, Rip reminds himself silently.]
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How incredible, to see such a display of what he hopes is peace manifest.
She thanks him, and the corner of Rip's mouth tugs upward in a grin. Really, nothing he's done seems anything beyond what he should do, and certainly it's all what Gideon deserves. His concern and his care are things she's shown him in greater measure in the past; they are how she has saved him, time and again, when he felt utterly lost and without shelter save for her.]
Always, Gideon. [Rip, she calls him, and he finds he rather does like to hear her say it.
Yet even as sweet as this moment is (and Rip hugs her still, his hands on her back stretching just enough to play with the ends of her hair), he knows they cannot spend all day embracing in the hall. He meets her gaze a moment longer, then turns his eyes towards the hall leading to the bridge where he expects the others are waiting impatiently for some brand of news.]
Do you think you're ready for, ah, introductions, lets say? [The Legends could be a force on an ordinary day, and Rip would certainly understand if Gideon found the prospect of dealing with them as she is now overwhelming. Of course all of them--or most of them--would mean well enough. They simply could be a bit much.
As Gideon is well aware, Rip reminds himself silently.]