[ And maybe that's silly. Who has a friend - a lover - say they're proud? Those are words that come from a mother or a father. Aren't they?
And yet...By finds that he cares, very deeply, what Bastien thinks. No, Bastien isn't exactly the most morally upright person By knows; he's a Bard, after all. But that doesn't mean that Bastien doesn't have an eye for goodness. He certainly has an eye for skill, for wit, for cleverness. ]
Yeah? What are you proud of?
[ By traces little patterns on Bastien's chest, and tries to pretend his fingertips are beyond fascinating, because he doesn't know what emotion his face is showing right now. ]
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And yet...By finds that he cares, very deeply, what Bastien thinks. No, Bastien isn't exactly the most morally upright person By knows; he's a Bard, after all. But that doesn't mean that Bastien doesn't have an eye for goodness. He certainly has an eye for skill, for wit, for cleverness. ]
Yeah? What are you proud of?
[ By traces little patterns on Bastien's chest, and tries to pretend his fingertips are beyond fascinating, because he doesn't know what emotion his face is showing right now. ]