[ Bastien nudges Byerly with his knee, at the first part, like chin up. There are moments Bastien worries about it—not about the unalterable past, who cares about that, but about the future. About what will happen if something changes and Byerly can have everything he wants with Alexandrie after all. But they’re rarer and rarer and more and more illogical, those moments, and with By here and warm and looking at him, he can’t worry about it at all.
For the rest he sits up, so he can skritch his fingers beneath By’s chin, into the hair there, and grin. ]
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For the rest he sits up, so he can skritch his fingers beneath By’s chin, into the hair there, and grin. ]
If I can be your only commoner.