Felicity and Galad
"He's not gone," Felicity said, grasping his hands briefly, "He's here and in the same place. You can spend the next two years ignoring him but it doesn't have to be this way." There was still a chance, there was still a hope that Gil and Galad could be part of each other's lives, though now they would have to redefine who they were to each other. This fallout didn't have to feel so . . . she couldn't think of a word to describe it. Not exactly. A group of words may come close.
It was easier for her to pretend Charlotte wasn't around because she wasn't right there. Yes, her sister had attempted to reach out to her but Felicity finally told her to stop. She hadn't heard from Charlotte since and at first she'd almost missed the emails that she never responded to. Over time the pain had dulled but talking about it still made her feel a little sore.
Felicity reached up to touch Galad's hair, shorter now because of the attack he made on Gil's reputation. She missed it being long. Did it pain him when he looked in the mirror and saw his brother's face staring back at him? For as much as she knew Galad, his mind was still full of mysteries to her. Her hand moved from his hair to his heart.
She tried to think of something to say but found herself at a loss of words. So instead she leaned forward, kissing Galad instead.