Supposed To Be Together
He can't hope to imagine the pain she is feeling. The gnawing knowledge that they have gleamed – she may not be a part of his future – is worrisome to him to say the least but he cannot ever know just how much it is killing her.
He doesn't know that what scares her the most is not that she may die (because she might for all they know) but that she'll lose him. She doesn't want to lose him. She really, really doesn't.
They're supposed to be together forever.
Forever.
He doesn't realize that's what's going through her mind after they find out but when they are spared a minute together, alone, he offers her a pained but comforting smile and squeezes her hand.
"It'll be all right," he tells her.
She returns the smile. (Hers is just as forced as his.)
He swallows.
He always has hated to lie.
fin.