[ ah... the death part of it is all very familiar. the story about his grandfather, too - he remembers that from one of their very first conversations, yves talking with him about his halo and the gardens in the church.

and the rest... there's a tinge of something that ripples across taair that's sad, bittersweet. a love that patiently endures, huh. ]

... What a wonderful story. [ he says, quietly, and lightly turning the paper flower between his fingertips, and then smiling at him once more. ] And one very suiting of you, I think. Of our time in this place, as well.

Thank you for sharing that with me, Yves. [ a little softer. the story. the patient and enduring love. all of it. patient and enduring is all he has now, too. ] It means the world to me.