[ By's expression softens. He knows that Bastien doesn't like or want pity, but...It's a horrible thought. Fatherless Bastien preying on those missing their a lost child. Lovelorn Bastien stringing along lonely hearts. Pretending to be a person who receives exactly what Bastien himself wanted, hardening his heart against his own desires. No wonder it's so damned hard for him to admit what he wants. No wonder he'll smile so cheerfully, no wonder he gives no voice to his own loneliness - he was trained to stay silent.
He kisses Bastien softly on the collarbone. My dearest love. ]
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He kisses Bastien softly on the collarbone. My dearest love. ]
All that when you were a younger man, I assume.