In Kyle's mind it would make sense that they would offer themselves for their family, die protecting them. But what he's saying she said is different. He can't imagine the man he knows choosing to die. Even before they met, but he wants to believe that now he certainly wouldn't make that choice. Except in not knowing why he had, how can he be sure he wouldn't make that decision again?
Especially because there's one thing that could mean that all their vows, their promises, their love won't be enough.
"And if he goes back to your world, what happens then?" He winces, tensing and nearly pulling away because it's wrong of him to ask that. Even if he can't help himself, it's horrible and rude to say that to him. Now when he's dealing with all of this. "Don't worry about it, Elijah. Don't answer that. I understand. I really do."
And he does. They've known one another weeks. They have a month of amazing sex and whispered vows and desperate devotion but what does that compare to blood? What does that compare to a thousand years together. Always and Forever. No matter how much it hurts, how cracked and broken he feels, he does understand and he knows Elijah knows it's the truth.
And he hates in all that pain, all those words of love and apology, there is a question. One he can't not answer truthfully.
"I know you love me," he promises him, stroking his hair back gently, using the pad of his thumb to gather some of the tears from his cheek, trying to soothe him, to calm him and offer what all he can give him. Even as his heart shatters like a windshield at that last statement. Whole but broken into a thousand pieces. It's not like they aren't things he hadn't thought about all ready.
"I know they're your blood and your life, Elijah. It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I've never asked you to chose me over them and I never will. I won't do that to either of us," he says, knowing now more than ever that he thinks he knows the truth of what he'd choose.
"I love you, Elijah. With every fiber of my being, I love you. Whatever we have here, for as long as it lasts, it's enough. Do you think after everything I saw that I didn't know they come first? They're your family. I know that."
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Especially because there's one thing that could mean that all their vows, their promises, their love won't be enough.
"And if he goes back to your world, what happens then?" He winces, tensing and nearly pulling away because it's wrong of him to ask that. Even if he can't help himself, it's horrible and rude to say that to him. Now when he's dealing with all of this. "Don't worry about it, Elijah. Don't answer that. I understand. I really do."
And he does. They've known one another weeks. They have a month of amazing sex and whispered vows and desperate devotion but what does that compare to blood? What does that compare to a thousand years together. Always and Forever. No matter how much it hurts, how cracked and broken he feels, he does understand and he knows Elijah knows it's the truth.
And he hates in all that pain, all those words of love and apology, there is a question. One he can't not answer truthfully.
"I know you love me," he promises him, stroking his hair back gently, using the pad of his thumb to gather some of the tears from his cheek, trying to soothe him, to calm him and offer what all he can give him. Even as his heart shatters like a windshield at that last statement. Whole but broken into a thousand pieces. It's not like they aren't things he hadn't thought about all ready.
"I know they're your blood and your life, Elijah. It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I've never asked you to chose me over them and I never will. I won't do that to either of us," he says, knowing now more than ever that he thinks he knows the truth of what he'd choose.
"I love you, Elijah. With every fiber of my being, I love you. Whatever we have here, for as long as it lasts, it's enough. Do you think after everything I saw that I didn't know they come first? They're your family. I know that."