He’s never seen any reason to condemn Rama or turn him away in disgust, even if there are sins and moments of shame in his past. He’s not without guilt either, and their burdens are numerous and troublesome even without the added pressures of just surviving every day. If Rama can see past the bad in Crozier, then Crozier can and should do the same for Rama.
Not that it was ever in question.
But he seems to understand, his eyes bright and his hands warm and comforting against his face. He looks to Crozier - looks into him, through him, right down into the soul of him - and Crozier’s lip lifts in a lopsided echo of Rama’s own smile. “I’d found a friend in a terrible place,” he says, voice just a notch above a whisper. “You’ve been a gift.” It’s a simple statement, and doesn’t say nearly enough, but yet…
Yet it says what it needs to. He’d found a treasure in the bleakness of the Arctic, someone who went out of his way to make him smile and protect him. He’s never deserved any of it, but it came his way all the same. A gift. Someone to love.
Crozier covers Rama’s hand with his own and tries to swallow the hard lump in his throat. He can feel it making it difficult for him to speak already. “How unexpected for us both,” he tries, just a hint of a laugh in his voice.
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He’s never seen any reason to condemn Rama or turn him away in disgust, even if there are sins and moments of shame in his past. He’s not without guilt either, and their burdens are numerous and troublesome even without the added pressures of just surviving every day. If Rama can see past the bad in Crozier, then Crozier can and should do the same for Rama.
Not that it was ever in question.
But he seems to understand, his eyes bright and his hands warm and comforting against his face. He looks to Crozier - looks into him, through him, right down into the soul of him - and Crozier’s lip lifts in a lopsided echo of Rama’s own smile. “I’d found a friend in a terrible place,” he says, voice just a notch above a whisper. “You’ve been a gift.” It’s a simple statement, and doesn’t say nearly enough, but yet…
Yet it says what it needs to. He’d found a treasure in the bleakness of the Arctic, someone who went out of his way to make him smile and protect him. He’s never deserved any of it, but it came his way all the same. A gift. Someone to love.
Crozier covers Rama’s hand with his own and tries to swallow the hard lump in his throat. He can feel it making it difficult for him to speak already. “How unexpected for us both,” he tries, just a hint of a laugh in his voice.