[ Bastien raises his eyebrows first, then smiles, pleased to have him think to worry about that at all. Though of course— ]
It isn’t shitty to say to me. They don’t come much less trapped than I was.
[ He’s been neglecting Byerly’s back for long enough now that he admits to himself that he might not be returning to it any minutes now, and he sits up to pull blankets into place over his bare skin. ]
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It isn’t shitty to say to me. They don’t come much less trapped than I was.
[ He’s been neglecting Byerly’s back for long enough now that he admits to himself that he might not be returning to it any minutes now, and he sits up to pull blankets into place over his bare skin. ]
Trapped by duty, you mean?