[ Yes. This is a gift. Byerly runs his fingers through Bastien's hair as he works, and lightly scratches his scalp, a smile on his lips, the trembling tension of sheer adoration like a taut thread in his chest. ]
You really understand me.
[ Which is phrased wryly, but there's a slight undercurrent of awe in it. To be understood. Not observed, not assumed about, not prodded and pushed. Not judged. Just understood. ]
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You really understand me.
[ Which is phrased wryly, but there's a slight undercurrent of awe in it. To be understood. Not observed, not assumed about, not prodded and pushed. Not judged. Just understood. ]