"You know... There's a chance I might not ever remember the things that you do." His thumb brushed along the other man's hand as he spoke, not wanting to stop touching Luc. He wanted--
needed-- that reassurance; to know that he was there and wasn't going anywhere.
"I don't know if I believe in fate. I don't.... ********,
Luc, I don't want to think that the only reason why we're standing here right now is because we did however many years ago. This? Us? That's something that we worked for, not anyone else." He hoped that Luc felt the same way. He hoped that this didn't change things somehow, but the worry that it might caused his chest to tighten along with his grip on the other man's hand.