I've a-- [ Colleague? Friend? Fellow rebel? ] who'd disagree with you on natures. [ But--is it too dangerous, to toy with the idea of seeing Sylvain again? He knows better, but the longer this goes on, the harder it is to listen to his better judgement. ] I would listen, if you wished to share more of your past some other time. I might even talk about myself, for you.

[ A strange thing, to have someone he just met understand the weight of that better than people who had known him for years. It's inevitable for him, though, with the way Sylvain makes him feel so treasured, so important with those admissions. He has always been weak for them, but it has been a long while since any were served his way.

They're almost as sweet as the tenderness of that kiss, given the moment he tenses. He squeezes Sylvain's arms, as much in assurance as thanks. And this time, dreamy eyed, he gives a breathless sigh of a laugh. ]

It is a rare thing I can offer perfection. Let us not squander it. [ He leans forward to kiss again, hungrier, his weight shifting the swing and causing him to hold to one of the straps. A little fear worms in. He will be entirely at Sylvain's mercy. And he's alright with that. ]