You might bruise my younger self's confidence if you keep that up.

[ But he's smiling. He doesn't mind that he was gullible or lonely or confused or any of it. It's led him here, and suddenly that feels worth however it came about.

And his heart lifts again, hearing Sylvain embrace the idea of an us, an ours. It's something the other wants to celebrate, not hide. Basch hasn't let himself hope for that in so long. ]

You're right. I want to keep learning all the things that are ours.

[ He bites his lip for a moment, still feeling foolish and vulnerable, but it's just for a moment before he chuckles at himself, pressing his face to Sylvain's again. ]