Ah... thank you. I'm glad it was pleasant for both of us.
[He isn't sure which response makes him feel the most shy, honestly. Probably Basch's, he supposes, given how clumsy he'd felt. To think he'd done well is...]
You have Sylvain to thank for that more than me though, I think...
[He's less putting himself down and now just bemused, taking the offered bottle of water and cracking it open to sip before shifting to join them. That feels—a little awkward somehow, soothed by the quiet sense of inclusion they both cultivate effortlessly. It helps quell the sense of yearning that Sylvain had incidentally built up when guiding him... a little, anyway.]
I would be lying if I said my legs weren't a little sore... it's nice to be off of them. [He exhales a hum as he settles in, setting the bottle down out of the way so his hand can slide over Basch's hips.] How are you feeling? Is anywhere particularly sore?
[He's not sure how long Basch was stuck there, okay.]
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Date: 2024-07-13 12:22 am (UTC)[He isn't sure which response makes him feel the most shy, honestly. Probably Basch's, he supposes, given how clumsy he'd felt. To think he'd done well is...]
You have Sylvain to thank for that more than me though, I think...
[He's less putting himself down and now just bemused, taking the offered bottle of water and cracking it open to sip before shifting to join them. That feels—a little awkward somehow, soothed by the quiet sense of inclusion they both cultivate effortlessly. It helps quell the sense of yearning that Sylvain had incidentally built up when guiding him... a little, anyway.]
I would be lying if I said my legs weren't a little sore... it's nice to be off of them. [He exhales a hum as he settles in, setting the bottle down out of the way so his hand can slide over Basch's hips.] How are you feeling? Is anywhere particularly sore?
[He's not sure how long Basch was stuck there, okay.]