Alistair grows still. He turns to Cullen, eyes wide.
"I -- " Hesitant. (Some great yearning stirs in his chest, but he can't acknowledge it yet; he can't. Not until he's sure.) "Would you be all right with it? With me...probably not living much longer?"
A beat.
Very wry, "Not to put too large a damper on the evening or anything."
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"I -- " Hesitant. (Some great yearning stirs in his chest, but he can't acknowledge it yet; he can't. Not until he's sure.) "Would you be all right with it? With me...probably not living much longer?"
A beat.
Very wry, "Not to put too large a damper on the evening or anything."