[ Bastien has flipped his head back up from the back of the couch well before Byerly finishes talking, to look at him instead, trying to respectfully keep up with all of the very serious and conversation-worthy concerns that come after that first sentence, rather than hauling him in and kissing him. He succeeds, of course, but it's a nearer miss than usual.
He puts his hand on the side of Byerly's face as soon as he seems finished, thumb toying with the upper shell of his ear, and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts, and then he says, ]
Oh.
[ He's much better at this sort of thing when he cares less. ]
We can talk about all of that, if you want. I don't want to brush it off. But I need you to give me a few minutes to smile like an idiot first.
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Date: 2020-11-09 02:35 am (UTC)He puts his hand on the side of Byerly's face as soon as he seems finished, thumb toying with the upper shell of his ear, and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts, and then he says, ]
Oh.
[ He's much better at this sort of thing when he cares less. ]
We can talk about all of that, if you want. I don't want to brush it off. But I need you to give me a few minutes to smile like an idiot first.