Basch fon Ronsenburg

[ he’s not even sure what he’s chuckling at at this point, pressing his forehead in to Sylvain’s. Just happy, really. ]

When I first got here, I thought this was a punishment of some sort. Now I think it’s a gift, because you’re right. I’m grateful we’re both here, even if it feels selfish or absurd sometimes. I — I’m not sure I’d go back given the chance. And I know you won’t judge me for that.