He cries and cries until he can cry no more. Centuries, millennia of unshed tears pouring forth on his friend's shoulder. And when they finally begin to cease, he leans heavily against Hythlodaeus trying not to sniffle too loudly. Isn't HE supposed to be the composed one?

But he's been acting like the pieces are all there for so long that a simple tap is enough to shatter him.

"Just one world," he whispers. "One world where it doesn't end. Where we can live forever, watching over our beloved star."

Cupping Hythlodaeus' face, he kisses the other man softly, sweetly. "I'm here," he says hoarsely. "I'm here..."