[ Basch doesn't point out that Sylvain never had to -- and rarely did. He's deeply happy to have Sylvain so close, and it still makes him feel giddy and disbelieving that the other wants more of his time.

It takes so little to be tugged down beside Sylvain, and even less to pull a smile back. Basch rolls just enough to prop himself up, towel nearly dislodge. He notices, but does nothing about it, instead stroking Sylvain's hair away from his glowing face. ]

I like when you're happy, and I like having you so close. But I'm not sure it's stealing when it's so freely given.