It's not so hard, making time for one another, provided you're flexible.
Irving enjoys a range of Christian pleasures and graces: singing with friends, watercolors, study, climbing exercises, handball.
Two things are unavoidable: death and laundry.
(A take on the bathing scene from '...on the earth, and not on him', from a perspective other than Richard's.)
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.
He is not in his body. He is not of his body at all.
If Lan Wangji has learned anything from his atonement for Wei Wuxian’s death, it is that patience is neither simple nor shallow.
"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"
"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what han…
"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"
"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what handsome gentleman?"
It makes little sense for Tang Fan to continue to take his suppressants, after everything, so of course he stops doing that.
Ed's still looking for a human connection, and Billy Cole is the next best thing.
The crew of the Volunteer take pains to revive their surgeon after his plunge.