[ as their chatter picks up, and more and more of that tenuous, uncertain tension begins to ebb among the three of them, olivia finds she is finally able to relax. she is rapt, those first few minutes, smiling between the two men as smiles become more genuine than cordial, and her anxiousness melts into something more akin to relief.
but the more she listens in, the more she comes to realize a very daunting, very startling thing...
she cannot recall ever having the chance to regale achilles with stories of her own childhood, her own budding adulthood before the shepherds as gaius does now, under the easy backdrop of sweet wine and budding camaraderie...
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but the more she listens in, the more she comes to realize a very daunting, very startling thing...
she cannot recall ever having the chance to regale achilles with stories of her own childhood, her own budding adulthood before the shepherds as gaius does now, under the easy backdrop of sweet wine and budding camaraderie...
because he has never asked. ]