Sol always knows the nicest things to say.
Toby always forgot how good the quiet moments could be.
There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.
Bushy and Green are shortly to be dead.
Tomorrow, then, Hal comes again. Satisfaction is not requital, and once is not enough.
Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.
Diana and Steve at the inn.
Things are weird. The universe makes them weirder. Amy and John get a little stuck.