“Are you certain you’re ill?” Tim said. “I mean, yes, sir.”
“‘We live not how we wish to, but as we can,’” Colby said softly, a translation: one of Will’s beloved ancient Greek authors. They’d paused outside the cabin door, which of course on this set led to just enough space to walk into. He let himself be serious, let the emotions ache for a moment: part of being here and alive, alive and in love, alive as he’d never known he could be. “And we do what we can for the people we love, for as long as we can, for whatever time we have…I would rather like to sit down, though if you tell him I said so I shall comprehensively deny it. And thank you for the assistance.”
“Yes, sir,” Tim said again, more firmly, on his side, “this way, sir,” and opened the door for him; Colby ducked inside, and t
