[He doesn't say anything at first, for a long time he can hold his peace as his fingers stroke through Sauron's hair, soothing the person who had tried to split his spirit in two all for a slight that did not actually exist.]

Love. [He says, softly, when he does eventually speak. Minutes, maybe even an hour later.] All those times I was talking to you about our son I was inviting you in, not saying I loved you less. [He might now, in truth, but that doesn't really matter. He has to be sure that Sauron knows this. All that time he had wanted it to be the three of them and not him and the boy and the drifting shadow of Sauron.] You said I would only have him until he was grown... [So of course he had been more focused directly on him, but that didn't mean he was leaving Sauron out. He had never wanted him more, in fact.]