"I'm glad of that," says Granby, nodding his head, head bent. "Truly. But I still shouldn't have asked you, Will. I'd have lived without. But I wish..."

He swallows, not honestly wanting to say what else in his heart but also not knowing if he could leave it unsaid.

His eyelashes flutter, eyes closed, because that's easier. "I wish I could stop thinking of it, Will. For even a moment or two together."