[ His tone aspires to sound like a skeptical dare. But Bastien was cooperative during Byerly's tugging and arranging—if a touch bemused, more used to holding than being held—and now he's boneless. Quieter than normal. Content. He holds loosely onto one of Byerly's wrapped arms, and he looks at him just as much as he can without disrupting the cheek-leaning. Odd peripheral slivers of nose and mouth and chin. It's very hard to hold onto that remaining knot of uncertainty, like this. Or at least very hard to feel like it matters even a little.
He recovers his neck bones long enough to turn his head. Not very much. Only one side of his mouth actually makes it onto Byerly's cheek, for a dab of a kiss. ]
I like it, too. And I'm sorry. I think I should have said yes when you first asked.
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[ His tone aspires to sound like a skeptical dare. But Bastien was cooperative during Byerly's tugging and arranging—if a touch bemused, more used to holding than being held—and now he's boneless. Quieter than normal. Content. He holds loosely onto one of Byerly's wrapped arms, and he looks at him just as much as he can without disrupting the cheek-leaning. Odd peripheral slivers of nose and mouth and chin. It's very hard to hold onto that remaining knot of uncertainty, like this. Or at least very hard to feel like it matters even a little.
He recovers his neck bones long enough to turn his head. Not very much. Only one side of his mouth actually makes it onto Byerly's cheek, for a dab of a kiss. ]
I like it, too. And I'm sorry. I think I should have said yes when you first asked.