[ ...he lowers his head and takes her hand.

there's that flow again, though nothing near a deluge, just a soft trickle. Resignation for the first moment, regret, a dull heartache of his own... but as he closes his eyes it shifts into flickers of warmer feelings, and memories. Gratefulness. A pair of smaller hands, one pulling the other up to the rooftops (red hair and one green eye, wide first with wonder and then with laughter), exploring a city together under a warm spring morning. ]