[ Bastien's answering hum is warm—aware of how respectful it is, if not the deliberate thoughtfulness behind it. Of course, he's grown to rather like fetching breakfast in bed. It's an excuse to linger that much longer in affectionate dishevelment before going off to have their souls crushed by their desks and coworkers. But Bastien remembers that incident, too, and his response has been to peacefully cede the entire territory of Byerly's bedroom to Alexandrie.
(Not that it's all selflessness at play. He likes the sense of privacy; he likes having control of the space; he likes the bed he sleeps in all the time smelling like By; he likes not needing to check anyone else's schedule to know where he's sleeping; he likes not even beginning to get attached to Byerly's bedroom, to begin to feel at home there, at the risk of feeling banished to some colder, lonelier place for half the week.)
So breakfast in bed is out of the question on this particular morning anyway.
Fortunately, getting By out of the Gallows altogether is just as good. Maybe better. ]
Come meet me at the docks? It will probably take me as long to get there as you.
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(Not that it's all selflessness at play. He likes the sense of privacy; he likes having control of the space; he likes the bed he sleeps in all the time smelling like By; he likes not needing to check anyone else's schedule to know where he's sleeping; he likes not even beginning to get attached to Byerly's bedroom, to begin to feel at home there, at the risk of feeling banished to some colder, lonelier place for half the week.)
So breakfast in bed is out of the question on this particular morning anyway.
Fortunately, getting By out of the Gallows altogether is just as good. Maybe better. ]
Come meet me at the docks? It will probably take me as long to get there as you.