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Phillips still for a minute, taking that in. “I… suppose that does make sense,” he admits, reaching out to touch the man’s cheek. If he went back in time, how would he even feel about it all? People who didn’t know what was to come, and had absolutely no previous experience with despair? Jealous? Sad? Frustrated?

He leans in, catching Gustavain in a soft kiss. “No. I don’t believe it is either.”