[ He lets out a breath, watches as Bree smiles again in her sleep, and could weep with pride and joy. ]
She's beautiful, Claire. To be able to hold her, tell her stories. I cannae...
[ Claire had that, he didn't, and now he's like a man with vision for the first time, unable to believe it, that he's doing this himself when all he could do before was dare to hope for a 'one day' that would likely never come. ]
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[ He lets out a breath, watches as Bree smiles again in her sleep, and could weep with pride and joy. ]
She's beautiful, Claire. To be able to hold her, tell her stories. I cannae...
[ Claire had that, he didn't, and now he's like a man with vision for the first time, unable to believe it, that he's doing this himself when all he could do before was dare to hope for a 'one day' that would likely never come. ]