[Would he like to see either, Viktor offers, and Octavian quietly appreciates the offer for coming at all; Viktor would not go on walking tours of pseudo-imaginary cities for just anyone, after all. That, too, is a plume of warmth in his chest.
The question itself, however— the university has nothing for him anymore, he had already left it by the time he died, there is nothing there but a faint nostalgia, and his parents... Well. He'd been prepared to see Sterling and young Emory, to put them into their reunion scenario and see their faces, hear them speak, but his parents? Would he even make it through the front door?
So,] No.
[Not harshly said, just said. He's content with what they've already seen, and the rest is just... trivia.]
I would like to stay here with you. Until we cannot stay any longer.
[When night properly falls, maybe? He has no way of knowing, but the sentiment is the same.]
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The question itself, however— the university has nothing for him anymore, he had already left it by the time he died, there is nothing there but a faint nostalgia, and his parents... Well. He'd been prepared to see Sterling and young Emory, to put them into their reunion scenario and see their faces, hear them speak, but his parents? Would he even make it through the front door?
So,] No.
[Not harshly said, just said. He's content with what they've already seen, and the rest is just... trivia.]
I would like to stay here with you. Until we cannot stay any longer.
[When night properly falls, maybe? He has no way of knowing, but the sentiment is the same.]