Llewellyn felt a flare of hope in his chest at that, relief that Rhy agreed that he wanted this as much as he did. “Then…” He murmured, putting the glass down to take Rhy’s hands in his again. “Then please… Stay with me, Rhy. If you will, I promise I’ll find a way to remain in this place with you.” He responded, tone thick with sincerity. He could feel a few stray tears escape down his cheek as he finally expressed the wish he’d had in the back of his own mind for months now before he even went back to his world. But now that he had... That desire was stronger.

The idea that of going back to the life he had before, without his husband, was so disheartening now... He didn't want to lose this too, not after losing so much already. Even Ivy had said he should talk to Rhy about it, but it had seemed terribly selfish of him to ask… But if Rhy wanted it, too? Then maybe they could make it happen, or at least try to.