One summer. Not even a summer. Less than a summer. Barely two months. And that's not even taking into account all of the time he will be away from the house. Two hours a day. He will see her two hours a day. At most. For roughly two months. 120 hours with the woman he loved. Scarcely even with her, when you stopped to think about it. It's not exactly like they would be alone. They were never alone. They were surrounded by a house full of people. Mostly ginger people, which made it even worse. 7,200 minutes of shared time with her during the summer with a bunch of screaming gingers.
Still. He cherished every minute of it.
It was all he was going to get. He couldn't just let his own personal vendettas get in the way of this. If he was allowed this time to spend with her, near her, then Merlin help him, he would revel in every. Single. Second of it. He refused to let a day go by without him seeing her just once, even as a passing glance out of the corner of his eye. It was enough. It was so much more than enough. More than he ever expected. More than he knew he deserved. Time was running out for him. Days growing shorter, nights growing longer. Hands were getting bloodier and the sky was getting darker. He had maybe a year left on this earth.
And he would be damned if he let his last days go by without seeing her.
Even just once.