[ And Basch does not miss a supportive gesture hidden behind camaraderie; a trick he himself used often, though he doesn't protest it. It just makes him discount the affection in it.
It's harder to dismiss it when Sylvain, true to his word, pulls Basch down against his side, arm still around him, fingers still tracing his skin. ]
It's not what it used to be [ Basch admits, tentatively settling his head on Sylvain's chest. He can feel his heart gaining speed again. This -- he has little experience with. It's been such a long time, it almost feels fake. ] Though a good deal stronger than I expected.
[ Even so, he can feel the ragged edges of sleep pressing at the back of his mind. ]
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It's harder to dismiss it when Sylvain, true to his word, pulls Basch down against his side, arm still around him, fingers still tracing his skin. ]
It's not what it used to be [ Basch admits, tentatively settling his head on Sylvain's chest. He can feel his heart gaining speed again. This -- he has little experience with. It's been such a long time, it almost feels fake. ] Though a good deal stronger than I expected.
[ Even so, he can feel the ragged edges of sleep pressing at the back of his mind. ]