A man like me, twice displaced, does get used to some measure of hurt. [and his grin does turn a bit more genuinely and he runs his thumb over the hand he's got his own on top of. Gently. Maybe there is poetry here, but it's just not the sort he'd love to have come to pass.] You, on the other hand, have only ever really brought me joy. [Sort of. Comfort, to be sure.]

Still, we are both young, we'll see what time brings, eeeh?

[And really, if this topic turns into drama and apologies more than this, he's not sure he can handle it without spoiling their reunion, and those don't happen enough]