He shook his head and smiled sadly, brushing his lips against Vanyel's hand. Gala didn't belong with him. She belonged in the Havens. He sincerely hoped she didn't miss him for a second. What he had done was unforgivable. The mere fact that Vanyel forgave him was enough.

More than enough.

Wrapping his arms around the other man, he nuzzled his neck and sighed.