[ He feels that squeeze on his hand, watches something vie across Sylvain's face. He understands.
And he wants to give it back. Wants to catch it beautifully. Wants to say...something that actually reflects how he feels.
But he's not Balthier, and the moment passes into a kiss, and then a tug, and he's missed it, and instead of feeling warm and treasured, he feels a little empty and not quite enough.
Maybe that's why his response slips out. ]
Do you want something, that's yours? I could make you something. [ Because he understands the sense of being unmoored, but he hadn't...quite meant to offer that. Surely Sylvain knows about the woodworking bench in Basch's room, but he hasn't left anything out to see except some little practice bits, and he hasn't made anything bigger in a long time. ]
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And he wants to give it back. Wants to catch it beautifully. Wants to say...something that actually reflects how he feels.
But he's not Balthier, and the moment passes into a kiss, and then a tug, and he's missed it, and instead of feeling warm and treasured, he feels a little empty and not quite enough.
Maybe that's why his response slips out. ]
Do you want something, that's yours? I could make you something. [ Because he understands the sense of being unmoored, but he hadn't...quite meant to offer that. Surely Sylvain knows about the woodworking bench in Basch's room, but he hasn't left anything out to see except some little practice bits, and he hasn't made anything bigger in a long time. ]