I wouldn't have asked for this to happen any other way.

[The time it took makes it all the more precious, just as his time with Claude as a god was -- those lazy afternoons in the sun, chasing after his attentions, was wavering and energetic as they were.

But those same memories is why he mentioned room at all. While some things happened during those memories that would never happen again, or come to pass -- his dalliance with Ramuh comes to mind -- he would be remiss to not recall the triumvirate Claude had once been a part of, bound so tightly together they could hardly be separated.

He shifts, his hands to Claude's waste. A little room to breathe, but he is unwilling to stop touching him now he has gotten the contact he has craved so terribly.] I admit, such a concept is new to me. [He looks down, clamouring for the same bravery that had him confront the emperor.] I have never had an opportunity to have an open heart. And you -- I can hardly believe mine is the only heart you have a hand on. As long as you are happy, Claude. That is all which matters to me.