[Ivan tended to come back here every now and then, for one reason or another. Mainly it was because even if this land he saw through the viewfinders wasn't real, the feeling, the brief connection, no matter how much it hurt... that was better than nothing at all. Better than the ache of nothing.]

[However this time he saw England, and despite their history, he smiled a little, noticing the clutching of his chest, and he moved to slowly sit beside him.]

I am not thinking it will be falling out... only my heart is falling out. So do not hold so tight, or you are going to be leaving marks. This tower is hurting enough, without you doing too.