In spite of the time that’s passed, Gale has somehow never quite forgotten Lydia. There have been plenty of other girls, enough to chagrin his mother if she knew, but no one had ever quite compared - in beauty, intelligence, or even presence.
Ducking his head in a nod, he replies with a simply, “Someday. Maybe when Posy’s older.” Visiting would be one thing, but the bigger problem is finding the funds. Even with Gale’s legacy as a centurion in the Legion, the Hawthornes were hardly a prominent family in New Rome. It’s yet another reason he works - to continue to provide for them, even if they aren’t sharing a house anymore. His family has always been his priority.
His smile falters, eyebrows raising just slightly in confusion. The subject change is sudden, unexpected, and Gale has to wonder what Lydia means by it. But, he decides, he won’t read into it. There’s nothing to read into, anyway.
“I’ve got plenty of time,” Gale says, giving a little half-shrug. “I just don’t have a reason to go out there most days. I’ve been spending my time out here instead.”
The why in his eyes goes unasked, stubbornly ignored.
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Ducking his head in a nod, he replies with a simply, “Someday. Maybe when Posy’s older.” Visiting would be one thing, but the bigger problem is finding the funds. Even with Gale’s legacy as a centurion in the Legion, the Hawthornes were hardly a prominent family in New Rome. It’s yet another reason he works - to continue to provide for them, even if they aren’t sharing a house anymore. His family has always been his priority.
His smile falters, eyebrows raising just slightly in confusion. The subject change is sudden, unexpected, and Gale has to wonder what Lydia means by it. But, he decides, he won’t read into it. There’s nothing to read into, anyway.
“I’ve got plenty of time,” Gale says, giving a little half-shrug. “I just don’t have a reason to go out there most days. I’ve been spending my time out here instead.”
The why in his eyes goes unasked, stubbornly ignored.