[ Bastien hopes so—to an extent, an extent he can satisfy, or at least do his half to satisfy. But he’s also suddenly capable of empathizing with Byerly’s threats to pop if he was ever too happy. So that’s enough earnest confession, at least for a few minutes.
He turns his head to kiss Byerly’s palm, then leans over to kiss him on the cheek, where he keeps his nose pressed while he says, ]
I want a spring wedding, nineteen dogs, and a castle on a mountain high enough to be above the clouds.
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Date: 2020-11-09 10:24 pm (UTC)He turns his head to kiss Byerly’s palm, then leans over to kiss him on the cheek, where he keeps his nose pressed while he says, ]
I want a spring wedding, nineteen dogs, and a castle on a mountain high enough to be above the clouds.