"Gwen," he said softly through a tight throat. It almost seemed impossible that there would ever be a time for them. Their love seemed tripped on the idea of tragedy. He took hold of her hand, tugging her towards him.
"I've missed you," he said with a small quirk of a smile. Just being able to hold her gaze felt like enough. "I would do it all over again," despite his regrets or breaking Arthur's oath. He knew he would have because only Guinevere understood him. They beat as one.