[This of all things nearly breaks her: the final giving-up of his formal pet-name for her, so rarely conceded. Raine's eyes sting, and her hold on him tightens in return, almost to the point of pain, an unspoken plea in the trembling of her hands.]
[Don't go.]
I know. I know.
[She almost hates the sound of it, small and desperate as she turns her face toward his hand.]
[She's known longer than he has, only waiting for him to find the words himself. Now any joy at it is overshadowed, made bittersweet.]
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[Don't go.]
I know. I know.
[She almost hates the sound of it, small and desperate as she turns her face toward his hand.]
[She's known longer than he has, only waiting for him to find the words himself. Now any joy at it is overshadowed, made bittersweet.]
Solomon. I'll remember you.
[It's all she can do.]