Jonathan was much the happier, being mourned by one king and loved by two, and do not the loves and griefs of kings exceed those of other men?
Or, capture and death.
The caulker's mate on Terror is pressed into service for a more personal problem of its Captain's.
It feels too honest, somehow. Too desperate. Kuan-hung's too thinned out by the hour, exposed in the liminal space between his dream and now that's still folding closed, scarring over. He rubs his cheek against his pillow, ducking his head down lower, as if he can creep closer to Fu Meng-po's voice. As if there's a body nearby to press himself into, if he just reaches far enough for it.
Shiv Roy has wings.
Paul and Julian spend the morning together.
How can he want for something he does not have when its lack leaves no absence?
Nie Huaisang asks Jiang Cheng to plug him up after sex so he can be filled with Jiang Cheng's cum while presiding over a discussion conference. Halfway through the day, Jiang Cheng thinks he should check if Huaisang needs a refill.
Hickey thinks on what is to come for Billy Gibson and for himself.
He is not in his body. He is not of his body at all.