Arriving at the World War 2 area. Raymond pauses at a painting. It was a painting of D-day. He squeezed Ace’s hand softly.
“I wish things didn’t have to be so rough all the time. History is just…a constant cycle of hurt and recovery. Only to be hurt again.”
He frowned before looking to Ace slowly.
“And then there’s always a few grace periods of course. People need a breather every once and a while. “
Raymond leaned against Ace. His feather’s softly brushed Ace.
Ace didn't really know what to do... Should he lean against him too? This is a lot of physical affection and he's not used to it! What should he do?!
"...Mhm... Yeah.. it's unfortunate.. and there really isn't anything we could do.."
He squeezed Raymonds hand, and pat him reassuringly.
"But we can be here for each other..."
He smiled at him, and looked around for a few moments.
"Hey, what if we checked out that?"
He pointed at the Roman Empire area.