Presently...
"Your Majesty?"
Florian's soft voice tugged Heinz out of his haze of memories. He blinked, looking down. Florian was still beneath him, one delicate hand cupping Heinz's cheek, worry flickering in those pale eyes.
"You've been spacing out this whole time," Florian said gently. "Something did happen, didn't it?"
Heinz's brows drew together. "And if something did happen, what would you do?"
'I shouldn't have asked for that last memory.''I should have just accepted what Afton said and left it at that.'
But he couldn't unsee it. The memory burned into him.
"I would want to help you figure it out," Florian replied, voice so soft, so sweet, it made something fragile inside Heinz ache. "That's what I'm here for, right?"
For a moment, it almost healed him. Almost.
'Perhaps… this Florian. My Florian… could...'
