*would swear before the world and Eru he feels his heart skip a beat, hearing that (but of course it doesn't)*
You aren't him, I know you aren't
*wilting with shames and regrets that aren't at all Ecthelion, though his soft voice is a thousand times more musical than the words deserve* You're probably right. I'm not him at all. And if that's true, then...well. I don't know him, either. *laughs, more to himself than to you* I know it's not Ecthelion, at least. *(and that would be something, if it wasn't nothing at all)* You weren't here— *taps Ecthelion's chest again* —when we heard Glorfindel on the phone. (Oh, god, is it 'we' now and forever?) *rubs his temples* I'm so tired. I need to sleep soon. I'm so tired.