Date: 2016-02-05 04:47 am (UTC)
lets_see_what_happens: The sons born to you (nam qui pro tuis patribus)
If it makes you feel any better, Miles' father fell in love with his mother the day he met her while she was being sick into a bush from concussion-induced nausea, so I think it might be genetic.

[Gregor goes still at that last, looking down at his hands and frowning very slightly.]

I confess I have... contemplated the issue of Miles' retirement from the Dendarii on more than one occasion, in an attempt to concoct a solution that does not first, bring him back home to us in a box, or second, completely break his heart. I continue to come up blank. [His eyes drag up to fix on Bel again, sad and abstracted and thoughtful.]

We need him too, Bel. Some of the reasons we need him are exactly the same as yours and some are different, and I am not entirely sure how his tenure as an ImpSec covert ops agent will end, but I sympathize with you immensely.

And I'm glad. That you know. About Miles and about me, about all of it, now. We don't know him in quite the same way you do, but I'm glad he has us both.
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