Alastor rolled his eye. "I make everything sound like an academic affair, didn't you know?"
Sighing, he shook his head because it always came down to sex, and the fact Alastor was one of an almost extinct breed of men for whom it actually wasn't a priority. But, that didn't mean it meant nothing to him and it meant so little to her she didn't even care if it was her boyfriend's face in her fantasies. "Even if that's the case, I don't see that trying to stretch this out, recapture something, whatever, is going to help. Until this war is over, I can't give her the attention she wants. There's too much going on, too much I can't even tell her about."
He'd always thought he was lucky just to have her there at nigh, something solid he could hold on to, even if that was all he did. It really was pathetic, in away, that the man who was ridiculed for lacking emotional depth had grown so attached to something so simple. But, the woman who supposedly lived and died by her emotions couldn't understand the smaller gestures that meant more because of their simplicity.
And, really, how much of a future could they have after this was all over, any way? He was going to want to hide away in a wood somewhere and she would want to be out and celebrating, travelling. They'd never have the one thing Alastor wanted most at the end of the day -- peace and quiet and distance from the rest of the world.