[ Reynir feels it all: the wave of sadness, the self-irritation and embarrassment that follow, and he doesn't say anything. Onni feels things so deeply and Reynir worries sometimes that if he says the wrong thing, does the wrong thing, he might do real harm. Onni's been harmed enough already, without him adding anything new.

So he chooses his words unusually carefully, when it comes time to answer. ]

Maybe... you have. Maybe it was helpful to you, for a while, not to be so aware of- of the things you lost.

[ Reynir meets Onni's gaze, his beautiful, freckled face soft with concern and deep affection. He chews at the inside of his lip, speaking with great care: ]

I understand it might be... scary, thinking about changing any of those habits you got into, when all you were thinking about was how to survive one day at a time. But- a lot's happened. You're someplace safe, for now, and- and you aren't alone.

[ And he reaches out, taking Onni's hand into his and lacing their fingers together. His heart stutters in bright happiness at the contact, and he pulls Onni's hand up, pressing it against his own chest, right above his breastbone. It's too much, maybe. He's too much, probably. Reynir knows that. But he keeps going. ]

You've got me now. So... it's okay if you decide you don't want to know. But if you do want to know, I'll be here. I can't tell you which is the right decision. I just - want you to know the option is there. It's your call.