[ The impulse to be pleased with any no one else he can get is pretty evenly balanced against firsthand knowledge of how lonely it can be. So Bastien lifts his head to smile again, comforted, but in a subdued sort of way. ]
All right.
[ He shifts his weight, slipping off to be half- instead of fully-atop Byerly, with one leg still sprawled across him to keep him imprisoned. It gives him space to plant his elbow to hold his head up.
That rearrangement takes enough time for the touch of melancholy to fade, most of the way, and be replaced with a touch of humor. ]
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Date: 2021-07-07 09:22 pm (UTC)All right.
[ He shifts his weight, slipping off to be half- instead of fully-atop Byerly, with one leg still sprawled across him to keep him imprisoned. It gives him space to plant his elbow to hold his head up.
That rearrangement takes enough time for the touch of melancholy to fade, most of the way, and be replaced with a touch of humor. ]
Maybe we could use a safe word.