[ He so wishes they could have that life, the life that both of them seem to long for more than anything else. If only he could give it to her, or at least give them a reprieve from their responsibilities.

But for the moment, they have a small one at least, and he means to not waste a second of it. He, too, wishes to touch her and be touched in return, that they might finally cross that boundary between those most intimate touches. Even now, the feel of her hands on his face and the way she gently kisses him causes a swell of emotions and a mist to form in his eyes, because he truly missed her while she was gone.

It does feel as though half of him has left whenever she leaves, and he only feels whole again when she has returned. ]

When you are gone, even though I know that you are serving a greater purpose, I feel entirely incomplete without you.