[As the fount of words in the rush of unexpected insight trails off and Beckett picks up in the silence, Enoch quiets and listens. The conversation has already been a salve to his heart after the pain of the previous night, though he'd begun it to help Beckett; at least he seemed to have benefited just as well.
This tendency of his, to underestimate or never notice his own impact, to attribute such a thing to the other party, is what gives his friend's statement of fact all the emotional weight of the confession it could have been but wasn't.]
Have I? [He hesitates to say it as if he scarcely dares to think it.] I thought what I saw in you was earned trust, the privilege of seeing something you didn't show others. Had I really...?
[He chokes up, tears pricking the corner of his eyes as they crinkle in a warm smile. It wasn't the same as the angels. The angels had never known. Beckett had been raised as a human. He had once known. It was not discovery but rediscovery, and the thought that he had helped him reconnect with a piece of himself forgotten, or perhaps never properly developed...
His free hand rises to cover his heart, as if he could capture the warmth in the twinge of emotion there and keep it.]
I'm- I'm honored, to have been able to do this for you.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2017-06-14 12:27 am (UTC)This tendency of his, to underestimate or never notice his own impact, to attribute such a thing to the other party, is what gives his friend's statement of fact all the emotional weight of the confession it could have been but wasn't.]
Have I? [He hesitates to say it as if he scarcely dares to think it.] I thought what I saw in you was earned trust, the privilege of seeing something you didn't show others. Had I really...?
[He chokes up, tears pricking the corner of his eyes as they crinkle in a warm smile. It wasn't the same as the angels. The angels had never known. Beckett had been raised as a human. He had once known. It was not discovery but rediscovery, and the thought that he had helped him reconnect with a piece of himself forgotten, or perhaps never properly developed...
His free hand rises to cover his heart, as if he could capture the warmth in the twinge of emotion there and keep it.]
I'm- I'm honored, to have been able to do this for you.