[ All the care of a bard who used to make all sorts of verbal agreements he'd be risking his life to break afterwards goes into, ]
I promise to be more glad to know more of you than sad about what I know, and if there is some sadness mixed in, all it will do is make me hold onto you a little tighter sometimes. Not despair or regret knowing. Deal?
[ Byerly nuzzles the side of Bastien's neck, a sincere agreement. Then, more facetiously, he steps back, mimes spitting in his palm, and holds out his hand for Bastien to shake in order to seal the bargain. ]
[ After that nuzzling, it is perhaps entirely unforgivable that Bastien spits in his own palm for real, not pretend, and snatches By’s hand for a slimy shake.
Or perhaps entirely forgivable, given all the spit they’ve swapped already.
Bastien drags Byerly back out into the street by their clasped hands. Then he lets go as naturally as if he were just not much of a hand-holder, rather than someone avoiding it in a place it’s a more unusual sight, in their specific circumstances. ]
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[ All the care of a bard who used to make all sorts of verbal agreements he'd be risking his life to break afterwards goes into, ]
I promise to be more glad to know more of you than sad about what I know, and if there is some sadness mixed in, all it will do is make me hold onto you a little tighter sometimes. Not despair or regret knowing. Deal?
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Or perhaps entirely forgivable, given all the spit they’ve swapped already.
Bastien drags Byerly back out into the street by their clasped hands. Then he lets go as naturally as if he were just not much of a hand-holder, rather than someone avoiding it in a place it’s a more unusual sight, in their specific circumstances. ]
Where first?