He almost apologizes for the fact that they're holding hands — a completely nonsensical urge, as Rhy is the one who linked their fingers in the first place. The instinct to check if anyone's watching prickles under his skin. This one he actually begins to follow, tensing just shy of imperceptibility as he flings his gaze sideways, before remembering that he's nobody here. The relief of it all — his own anonymity, the world's delicious indifference — rushes in.

So. His hand is snugly curled beneath Rhy's, and he's not sure how much he's supposed to read into the gesture, but it feels nice. That sympathetic expression Rhy's wearing softens his defenses further. Releasing a sigh, Wilhelm continues in his ambling way:

"My mom always said it's a privilege, not a punishment, to be a prince, but...the more she says it, the less I believe her. I mean, no matter what your position is, it seriously sucks to have no say in your life..."

He trails off, his thoughts returning to inchoate primordial ooze as he realizes...he might have said it out loud that time.