[ Over the brief span of that kiss, Bastien goes through a short journey: startled happiness, fretful awareness of the river of people parting around them, and finally resolve to not give a damn. An attitude absorbed through osmosis, perhaps, from By's mouth. After, he grins and doesn't duck his head or curl in his shoulders, not even to make a show of propriety for the rest of the street.
So bolstered, he curls his hand around By's upper arm for a few paces while they resume their stroll in the vague direction of coffee. Good, probably, to practice not-hiding among the Kirkwallers—cranky but less fussed by this sort of thing, not counting the Fereldan Blight refugees still among them—before he has to not-hide in Ferelden. ]
I'm, [ a good person, he almost says, but ha, so there is only a pause before, ] very convincing.
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So bolstered, he curls his hand around By's upper arm for a few paces while they resume their stroll in the vague direction of coffee. Good, probably, to practice not-hiding among the Kirkwallers—cranky but less fussed by this sort of thing, not counting the Fereldan Blight refugees still among them—before he has to not-hide in Ferelden. ]
I'm, [ a good person, he almost says, but ha, so there is only a pause before, ] very convincing.