[He never lets himself laugh unbidden for anyone else, except sometimes Kit, just sometimes--but that draws a quick burst of it from his throat in turn, before he can stop it. Maybe his idealism had run away with him there, just a little.]

Yeah, sure, fine, there's Corypheus. But that goes without saying. [Maybe that litany of complaints could go without saying, too, but Van's grim snort of agreement is a kind of satisfaction, grateful he wasn't the only one thinking it--that his envy of Myr's social desirability at the party had still been misplaced, when all was said and done.

They're not meant to be in agreement all the time. They never have been completely at peace, never once in their entire lives. Van would chafe at it like a restraint if he tried to commit to it for too long, and Myr knows that better than anyone else alive, and loves him anyway--]

I missed you, too. And I don't plan on ever having to again.