Hearing that he was missed, Guy seems almost overcome with a mixture of bittersweet relief and guilt. Both of which he tries to shove aside with failing effort.

"I love England. I am a traitor because I love her. Sacrifices were always necessary but... I never wanted our friendship to be one."

He smiles, though his eyes are bleary while they now sting with emotions and saltwater.

"I'm sorry, Julian. Of course. Of course we can be friends."

With that, and without warning, he takes the poet into his arms, embracing him tightly if just to hold him for a moment.