[He falls deathly silent at first, as he thinks that over. There have been two many what ifs in his life, and he's always tried to press on by doing without them. What's done is done, after all, and he's seen firsthand how dwelling in the past could go wrong in the form of Godot.
But he still listens and envisions that for a moment, responding with a soft smile.]
I don't think it's any mystery, Iris. I...
...I think that we would have kept on being together. [The words flow out softly in a lull between songs, while his face keeps fading a bashful red.] For- for as long as you wanted.
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But he still listens and envisions that for a moment, responding with a soft smile.]
I don't think it's any mystery, Iris. I...
...I think that we would have kept on being together. [The words flow out softly in a lull between songs, while his face keeps fading a bashful red.] For- for as long as you wanted.