[At the moment, there isn't anything more to be said. Ion stays where he is, leaning as close as he can, eyes half-lidded but never straying from where Sandalphon stoops so prone. He'll stay there as long as he can--all night. He has another gift he'll have to leave to get him, but it can wait, at least, until Sandalphon's tears ebb.
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For now, he's here. He's right here.]