[There's a lengthy pause, and it's not because he thinks she might be wrong. He just needs to fight the low-grade nausea in the base of his throat that's been building all this time. After a moment, he reaches for her hand, running his thumb very gently over the new tattoo there. Forget-me-nots. It's been ten years, even if it feels like yesterday on days like this.]
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A big part, [he whispers.]