*hears the finality in that, and despite the twist in his heart (she's gone for good, then), somewhere down deep he can do no less than agree with you* *nods slowly, almost deferentially* I'll start loosening Toby's training wheels, then. *presses his lips together briefly* The gap in the ranks won't be easily mended, but it's a start.
Your opinion is never irrelevant. Not to me.
*isn't so much surprised by the sentiment, but something in your tone softens his expression past the usual business-casual* *actually cracks a smile, then (I can be very stubborn)* At the risk of coming off clichéd... better late than never. *adds, because you must know and you musn't forget:* He would have waited forever for you, anyway.
You must think me very idealistic
*looking at you, seeing that curious dichotomy of sadness and hope, can't help but feel his age, both internal and external* *uncharacteristically wistful (almost like a Quendë, really)* Gondolin was built on a dream, Ecthelion. It's only fitting that her lords maintain the highest of ideals, don't you think? *the gentlest of teasing smiles stealing into place (and if he's echoing your thoughts, it's completely unintentional)* Especially since you're all practically babies, still.