[ For ah and yes and good, Bastien watches his face. Tries to decide what to make of it. To resist the impulse toward optimism that’s gotten him into so much trouble before. To keep hold of the caveats he’s already silently agreed to be fine with—a smaller share, a lesser place, a different word.
Maybe it isn’t even a good look. Maybe Byerly has changed his mind. Maybe—
Nope.
Bastien’s smile is wide and relieved, for a flash, then smaller and happier. And he could stand to sit there and smile and be happy for quite some time, but Byerly looks a bit like he’s suffering, down there in his chair, so after a moment Bastien flicks his free hand across his brow, clearing away imaginary sweat. ]
Whew. This could have been very awkward.
[ The hand on Byerly’s face, in particular. Bastien returns it there now with a bit more confidence, palm against his jaw instead of only fingertips on his cheek. ]
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Date: 2020-10-15 06:51 pm (UTC)Maybe it isn’t even a good look. Maybe Byerly has changed his mind. Maybe—
Nope.
Bastien’s smile is wide and relieved, for a flash, then smaller and happier. And he could stand to sit there and smile and be happy for quite some time, but Byerly looks a bit like he’s suffering, down there in his chair, so after a moment Bastien flicks his free hand across his brow, clearing away imaginary sweat. ]
Whew. This could have been very awkward.
[ The hand on Byerly’s face, in particular. Bastien returns it there now with a bit more confidence, palm against his jaw instead of only fingertips on his cheek. ]