[ Eventually Barnaby does come back to his senses, though how long it takes him, he’s not quite sure. Whenever it happens, it seems as though he’s needed every moment of it. He lifts his head to look at her finally, still not sure what he should be saying despite all the time he’d just had to think of something appropriate. Perhaps once again, it’s not the words that are so important, but their actions.
Whatever the case, he’s still quiet for a few moments longer, before finally speaking up. ]
… Thank you.
[ For believing in him, for forgiving him when he didn’t think that he rightly deserved it and wasn’t even sure that he could forgive himself. Perhaps now he finally could. Not immediately, but time did a good job of healing those wounds of his sometimes. ]
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Date: 2013-10-28 09:27 am (UTC)Whatever the case, he’s still quiet for a few moments longer, before finally speaking up. ]
… Thank you.
[ For believing in him, for forgiving him when he didn’t think that he rightly deserved it and wasn’t even sure that he could forgive himself. Perhaps now he finally could. Not immediately, but time did a good job of healing those wounds of his sometimes. ]