[ Bastien's mouth opens against Byerly's hair in preparation to protest his phrasing, holding it against him, but he has the sense to close it again and listen. Maybe that is what he's doing.
He's quiet. He nods again, and he settles his arms around Byerly's torso, one tight around his waist, the other hand joining him in petting the dog. ]
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Date: 2025-01-28 04:10 am (UTC)He's quiet. He nods again, and he settles his arms around Byerly's torso, one tight around his waist, the other hand joining him in petting the dog. ]
You never deserved that.