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He understands, of course, why she's doing it.
When the choice is between laughing and crying, she will laugh.
That's just part of who she is, and really it's part of why he loves her.
And he knows that, and it doesn't help anything, as he doesn't see who finds him a door back to Milliways, as he doesn't really see who's in or around the bar, as he makes a beeline for the painting to the House of Arch.
He loves her, after all, more than he ever really thought he could, and it breaks his heart to know how close she came to dying, and it breaks his heart to remember how she looked when he first arrived at her side, and it breaks his heart that she laughs it off and knows it will happen again and tries to say it doesn't matter.
One painting and another and another, and by the time he reaches his (their) room he can hardly see, for the tears gathered in his eyes.
Edmund slides down the wall, face pressed against his knees, as he breaks down crying where she can't see him.
When the choice is between laughing and crying, she will laugh.
That's just part of who she is, and really it's part of why he loves her.
And he knows that, and it doesn't help anything, as he doesn't see who finds him a door back to Milliways, as he doesn't really see who's in or around the bar, as he makes a beeline for the painting to the House of Arch.
He loves her, after all, more than he ever really thought he could, and it breaks his heart to know how close she came to dying, and it breaks his heart to remember how she looked when he first arrived at her side, and it breaks his heart that she laughs it off and knows it will happen again and tries to say it doesn't matter.
One painting and another and another, and by the time he reaches his (their) room he can hardly see, for the tears gathered in his eyes.
Edmund slides down the wall, face pressed against his knees, as he breaks down crying where she can't see him.