[ Bastien’s hand curls into Byerly’s shirtfront, over his chest, at the sound of that wheeze. Slowly, almost casually. Not a sudden and twitchy fearful clutch, but a measured hold. Totally different.
He’s still smiling, though, and he gives By’s neck a pecking parting kiss before he removes his face from it. ]
I will keep that in my pocket.
[ It goes without saying, he thinks, that he’d do worse for Byerly. If he had to. He hopes he never does. ]
Did he explain it at all? Though I am not sure how you became the expert here. It is not so long ago you thought being in love felt like indigestion, you know. That is what you said.
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Date: 2021-11-15 11:30 pm (UTC)He’s still smiling, though, and he gives By’s neck a pecking parting kiss before he removes his face from it. ]
I will keep that in my pocket.
[ It goes without saying, he thinks, that he’d do worse for Byerly. If he had to. He hopes he never does. ]
Did he explain it at all? Though I am not sure how you became the expert here. It is not so long ago you thought being in love felt like indigestion, you know. That is what you said.