[ For a moment, when the silence is broken by Alexandrie addressing Byerly again, Bastien feels small. Because that’s what it always comes around to. Ignored and insignificant in the face of their cymbal-crashing storm of history and feelings.
But there’s no slinking out the door unnoticed now, even if he wanted to, with Alexandrie sitting in front of it. So Bastien shoots another worried look at Byerly, at the curve of his back and turned head. He only narrowly manages to smother the desire to crawl across the bed to straighten him out, since Alexandrie isn’t doing it, but he does manage. Then he steps out of his boot, finally, and crouches to fuss with putting his shoes and his scarf into neat arrangement, for the sake of not just standing there looking as foolish as he feels. ]
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Date: 2021-02-16 10:29 pm (UTC)But there’s no slinking out the door unnoticed now, even if he wanted to, with Alexandrie sitting in front of it. So Bastien shoots another worried look at Byerly, at the curve of his back and turned head. He only narrowly manages to smother the desire to crawl across the bed to straighten him out, since Alexandrie isn’t doing it, but he does manage. Then he steps out of his boot, finally, and crouches to fuss with putting his shoes and his scarf into neat arrangement, for the sake of not just standing there looking as foolish as he feels. ]