Those two words held with them the weight of the world. Godric could feel it, making the air in the room heavy. It showed on Blake's face, the struggle of needing to say more but knowing that there were not words, or the fear of saying too much, or maybe not enough.
"I had thought of thirty-nine items I could have gotten you," Godric told Blake, leaning back in his chair a bit. "But they were all for the man that I knew before. And it occured to me that, as nice as it is to have you back, and have you as a friend again... I miss him. You're not quite the same as he, though you're close. But there's a certain... something missing. A spark, perhaps. That fiery, unbridled emotion that always drove me crazy. I hated it when it was consuming my life and I hate it more now that it's gone from it."