[ Still no jump reflex, even drunk. It's long long gone. But he laughs, while he takes Byerly's hand to hold. ]
It is pretty good, huh?
[ He bumps him with his hip before pulling him along for a walk. A walk toward the other tower, the one he lives in, even though it means leaving the cushions and shirts and open bottle on the floor upstairs. (He's not subtle about avoiding Byerly's room, especially after that morning in Wintermarch, but he's also not secretly even slightly miserable about it.) The rain is still gentle beyond their overhangs, Whiskey is still precious, and Bastien's getting tired and heavy but is still buzzy with affection. If he hadn't already decided to be stubborn about his given name, this would be the moment—but he has, and he's very good at not changing his mind once he's really made it up, so the impulse to give something to Byerly comes out instead as, ]
I'm going with you after the war. Did you already know that?
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It is pretty good, huh?
[ He bumps him with his hip before pulling him along for a walk. A walk toward the other tower, the one he lives in, even though it means leaving the cushions and shirts and open bottle on the floor upstairs. (He's not subtle about avoiding Byerly's room, especially after that morning in Wintermarch, but he's also not secretly even slightly miserable about it.) The rain is still gentle beyond their overhangs, Whiskey is still precious, and Bastien's getting tired and heavy but is still buzzy with affection. If he hadn't already decided to be stubborn about his given name, this would be the moment—but he has, and he's very good at not changing his mind once he's really made it up, so the impulse to give something to Byerly comes out instead as, ]
I'm going with you after the war. Did you already know that?