Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
"I'm not surprised." Whatever might be different, they were still who they used to be. Some things could not, and did not change with time. "Do you think they know enough now? Or are they still learning?" There were some things that he had known, only to realize he barely knew them at all once he had lived beside Ragnar with his people for years.
His hand slid easily back into Ragnar's like they had been doing it for years and not just for a few moments as they walked down the hallway.
He smiled and shook his head. It was hard to believe these were the people that were around Ragnar now. "You must hate it," he said quietly, fingers tightening until they were palm to palm. "It's hard to believe I am here--" and that Ragnar was here as well. That he could speak his name, see him, that he existed as more than just a nameless memory. "No, I'm fine. Everything is -- everything is fine. It is enough to be here, with you, with my brother --" Though that was a story that Ragnar deserved to hear.
"If you are not busy -- there is so much I have to tell you, Ragnar. Such things I've seen--"