[It surprises him to hear that. It shouldn't— one look at his own life already proves how hard it is for them to exist in any way that has weight when they're held captive by harsh expectation— screaming out their lungs merits nothing, less than nothing. But to be seen by someone else....faults especially included....
For a half-second his profile slides higher under the belly of that bright sky overhead. The noise of the city loose and light in the hour before dinner when everything is paradoxically busy despite seeming so much calmer overall, lit streetlights nothing but sedate compared to morning traffic, but still.
It provides the perfect focus.
A way to shut his mind rather than his eyes and peer up towards a map of striking features, tanned contours split into sections by a steady haze of tempered blue. And all the while he listens, thinking of stupidity through fonder lenses like the sound of Dal's sweet voice: the idea of being reckless enough to follow their hearts into the dark doesn't seem so damning. The notion of a timeline in which things might change, yes, and change again but for the better not quite so out of reach.
And then he's puffing again— as usual. Sort of humming through his nose in the haughtiest kind of exhale that's all rounded at its seams, content to be content for once. Melting centimeter by mulled centimeter into the scraping rhythm of strong hands, where this time, even his perpetually roaming stare finally drifts shut.
And his smile drifts that much higher.]
If you wanted company, you only had to ask, little sister.
[Teasing— teasing so so so gently by his standards and it means thank you in their language.]
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For a half-second his profile slides higher under the belly of that bright sky overhead. The noise of the city loose and light in the hour before dinner when everything is paradoxically busy despite seeming so much calmer overall, lit streetlights nothing but sedate compared to morning traffic, but still.
It provides the perfect focus.
A way to shut his mind rather than his eyes and peer up towards a map of striking features, tanned contours split into sections by a steady haze of tempered blue. And all the while he listens, thinking of stupidity through fonder lenses like the sound of Dal's sweet voice: the idea of being reckless enough to follow their hearts into the dark doesn't seem so damning. The notion of a timeline in which things might change, yes, and change again but for the better not quite so out of reach.
And then he's puffing again— as usual. Sort of humming through his nose in the haughtiest kind of exhale that's all rounded at its seams, content to be content for once. Melting centimeter by mulled centimeter into the scraping rhythm of strong hands, where this time, even his perpetually roaming stare finally drifts shut.
And his smile drifts that much higher.]
If you wanted company, you only had to ask, little sister.
[Teasing— teasing so so so gently by his standards and it means thank you in their language.]