[ Godfrey's tall form slumps against the bench's inadequate back, piled heavily in the crook of its seat. Turned always toward Gale as he settles into the space beside him - such that his head rests on his shoulder, half over the bench entirely.
There's nothing that holds Gale's alleged absence against him, not a shred of mistrust or suspicion or resentment for the time that Godfrey was (allegedly) alone. He hadn't asked to serve some latent bitterness. He'd asked because he wanted to know, and hearing the answer brings him a joy that is clear on his face as he smiles at Gale - oblivious to the cool and sweating glass being pressed into his broad hand. Smiling just to see him and hear him speak.
Besides, after a moment's delay, Godfrey finds the words to put to what really matters in this situation: ]
Now you're here.
[ ... you know what else Godfrey is lacking?
Anything that feels how the water is now dribbling down his pant leg, as the wrist attached to the hand holding it against his knee has slowly begun to go limp. ]
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There's nothing that holds Gale's alleged absence against him, not a shred of mistrust or suspicion or resentment for the time that Godfrey was (allegedly) alone. He hadn't asked to serve some latent bitterness. He'd asked because he wanted to know, and hearing the answer brings him a joy that is clear on his face as he smiles at Gale - oblivious to the cool and sweating glass being pressed into his broad hand. Smiling just to see him and hear him speak.
Besides, after a moment's delay, Godfrey finds the words to put to what really matters in this situation: ]
Now you're here.
[ ... you know what else Godfrey is lacking?
Anything that feels how the water is now dribbling down his pant leg, as the wrist attached to the hand holding it against his knee has slowly begun to go limp. ]