He's held out as long as possible, respecting Beth's wishes to keep his presence here secret. It makes sense, and if there was some fucking way to keep it up on the trip across the ocean, he'd do it. It's just that he doesn't see how it can work and it's too late now: he's already made his request known. She told him to let her know if he needed that, and he does. He needs it now.
"Hero... might be angry. We've been out here a long time. She might feel..." Fuck it: he doesn't know how Hero's going to feel and he won't put words in her mouth. "Never mind. If she is, though, blame me. Tell her it was my idea all along." He'd much rather take the heat for it than to set up a situation where Beth and Hero have to be at odds.
Reaching over again, he rests his hand on her cheek. They've come a fuck of a long way, him and Beth, on so many levels, and he loves her with every damn bit of his heart. Even the pieces of it that were broken and fragmented and set aside with a big Do Not Disturb label on them. The idea of another person being what completes anyone else is kind of absurd; he used to say that about Julia. That she was his other half, the piece of him that was missing. But she wasn't all of it, or hell, maybe she was for a while. Whatever the case was, he's a one-woman guy and Beth is the one woman.
He'd marry her right now if he could, stupid as the idea is.
"Whoa, Beth. Look at this." His hand plays with a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Once it's tucked, he gives her a very significant, very private little smile. In his hand is one of those fortune-telling fish: he's had it the whole time he's been out here, but wanted to save it for just the perfect occasion.
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"Hero... might be angry. We've been out here a long time. She might feel..." Fuck it: he doesn't know how Hero's going to feel and he won't put words in her mouth. "Never mind. If she is, though, blame me. Tell her it was my idea all along." He'd much rather take the heat for it than to set up a situation where Beth and Hero have to be at odds.
Reaching over again, he rests his hand on her cheek. They've come a fuck of a long way, him and Beth, on so many levels, and he loves her with every damn bit of his heart. Even the pieces of it that were broken and fragmented and set aside with a big Do Not Disturb label on them. The idea of another person being what completes anyone else is kind of absurd; he used to say that about Julia. That she was his other half, the piece of him that was missing. But she wasn't all of it, or hell, maybe she was for a while. Whatever the case was, he's a one-woman guy and Beth is the one woman.
He'd marry her right now if he could, stupid as the idea is.
"Whoa, Beth. Look at this." His hand plays with a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Once it's tucked, he gives her a very significant, very private little smile. In his hand is one of those fortune-telling fish: he's had it the whole time he's been out here, but wanted to save it for just the perfect occasion.
This... is it.
He really wants to see her smile.