[ Bastien's eyes go as far up as they can, a doomed attempt to look at the top of his own head. ]
It wasn't like that.
[ But he's more touched than defensive. What a thing, to have someone watching his back so fervently. He holds the knife away from both of them, lifts up onto the balls of his feet, and pulls By's head over to kiss him on the cheek. Despite the head tilting that requires, his hair is coarse and fluffy enough that the garlic stays put. ]
I did more to bring it up than she did. She won't force it. And neither will I. I only want to talk about it.
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Date: 2024-06-30 04:10 am (UTC)It wasn't like that.
[ But he's more touched than defensive. What a thing, to have someone watching his back so fervently. He holds the knife away from both of them, lifts up onto the balls of his feet, and pulls By's head over to kiss him on the cheek. Despite the head tilting that requires, his hair is coarse and fluffy enough that the garlic stays put. ]
I did more to bring it up than she did. She won't force it. And neither will I. I only want to talk about it.