[ Bastien nods, stirring his soup, and takes a few seconds to decide that the appropriate response to that is to stand up, take Byerly by the chin to turn and tilt his head, and give him a kiss that's firm and sure and reasonably lengthy.
When he stops he stays close. Nose to nose. His breath is soup-scented, but at least they have that in common. ]
If I don't get to watch you go grey, I won't be satisfied. So I will have to be careful. For my own sake.
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When he stops he stays close. Nose to nose. His breath is soup-scented, but at least they have that in common. ]
If I don't get to watch you go grey, I won't be satisfied. So I will have to be careful. For my own sake.