[ He has caught Bastien in the back room of the Jeshavis office, where there's a table for the project's never-held meetings and cabinets for the files and supplies. His desk has been overtaken by one avenue of effort; the conference table is being overtaken by several others, so Bastien roves between chairs as he roves between tasks. In this chair he's not so much sitting as standing beside it, with one knee bent and resting in the seat.
At the sight of Byerly and his reserved expression, his face moves swiftly from smile to quiet curiosity. A request from Lord Loys Brassard for information about the Antivans' plans is set aside in favor of Byerly's letter. Bastien reads the first sentence, enough to know it's personal, and skips to the valediction to confirm the sender. The name makes him stand up from his chair entirely. Half excitement, half the need to wrap his arm around By's waist and hitch him in close while he goes back to read the middle. ]
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At the sight of Byerly and his reserved expression, his face moves swiftly from smile to quiet curiosity. A request from Lord Loys Brassard for information about the Antivans' plans is set aside in favor of Byerly's letter. Bastien reads the first sentence, enough to know it's personal, and skips to the valediction to confirm the sender. The name makes him stand up from his chair entirely. Half excitement, half the need to wrap his arm around By's waist and hitch him in close while he goes back to read the middle. ]