Acceptance is sometimes all a person actually needs. When they have stood alone in a crowd. When they have lost everything that was ever anything to them. When love has done nothing more than curse and bring pain...

Sometimes acceptance is enough.

When Diarmuid hears those words, he wants nothing more than to reach out and gently touch Gilgamesh the same way the golden king has just touched and reassured him, but he has only one hand and does not wish to let go of the hand held so tightly in his own. He does loosen his grip some, though, so his fingers can gently trace patterns on the skin of Gilgamesh's hand.

"I also do not wish to be alone. I have been there," Diarmuid may not be able to touch Gilgamesh as he wishes at the moment, but he does lean into the golden king with his head, before looking up at him with honest, unguarded eyes. "Standing amongst those who know you are different. Who look at you out of the corner of their eyes and wish you gone. Who question all you say when they really have no right. I will be here for you. For however long you wish me there. We can't be alone. Not as long as we are together..."