[ Bastien sets his spoon in his bowl, freeing himself to twist a few inches in By’s direction and plant his elbow on the table to hold his head in one hand and continue to look at him, attentive and patient. Mostly patient. He also reaches over to fidget with the shell of By’s ear in a way that’s intended to be mostly affectionate but also a little annoying, just for a moment, before it segues into fingertips petting the short hair near his neck. ]
no subject