[ There's something that escapes him close to a laugh when his tendency towards secrecy is confirmed all over again, partially because it's muffled around a mouthful of vegetables and cheese and also because it's one he forces without really thinking about it. Practicing them for years helps with that. It does not, however, prepare him for Sylvain says next. It's a good thing he's already swallowed his food or he might have actually choked on it due to being caught off-guard.
Back to scrutinizing Sylvain for a stretch of silence as he extrapolates the past to the present. The other isn't kidding, what with none of those usual tells there, and it's not idle flattery either in the way of those lines they've tossed each other here and there for all the sake of laughter. Or... maybe that never was what Sylvain was doing. Maybe that was just an uncharitable assumption on his own part and made it too easy to pretend all he was doing was the same and nothing more.
This feels uncannily like the first time he stood on his wyvern's back and decided to trust she wouldn't send him plummeting. Whatever unknown ground this is still seems as volatile as a wyvern, somehow, and to where the next place to step may not be as sure of footing as it appears. You probably are. Suddenly he feels rather foolish for overlooking the obvious, but that's a feeling he can work with to make it less so. ]
Well. I'm here now, aren't I? And wearing a dress. [ Slight twitch of his mouth there because it's a good time to laugh and for real this time. But he doesn't, because that'd undermine the important part: ] Both because you asked.
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Back to scrutinizing Sylvain for a stretch of silence as he extrapolates the past to the present. The other isn't kidding, what with none of those usual tells there, and it's not idle flattery either in the way of those lines they've tossed each other here and there for all the sake of laughter. Or... maybe that never was what Sylvain was doing. Maybe that was just an uncharitable assumption on his own part and made it too easy to pretend all he was doing was the same and nothing more.
This feels uncannily like the first time he stood on his wyvern's back and decided to trust she wouldn't send him plummeting. Whatever unknown ground this is still seems as volatile as a wyvern, somehow, and to where the next place to step may not be as sure of footing as it appears. You probably are. Suddenly he feels rather foolish for overlooking the obvious, but that's a feeling he can work with to make it less so. ]
Well. I'm here now, aren't I? And wearing a dress. [ Slight twitch of his mouth there because it's a good time to laugh and for real this time. But he doesn't, because that'd undermine the important part: ] Both because you asked.