It occurs to him, before anything else, that they've never really heard each other perform. They'd sung as children together (well... sort of children together, he supposes) and he's heard Phillip hum or sing a bit while he's been doing other work, but he's never even seen a more mundane performance of Phillip's in an Ishgardian House and Phillip only met him after his tavern days were over.
We've never sung together.
It's maybe not a thought he would normally have had without the shifting sadness of the tune, but once he thinks it, it winds it's way deep and he finds himself listening with a heart that feels heavy and constricted in a way he's not used to. He's not so attuned to Dynamis that he can tell anything about what Thanatos is doing, specifically, simply that he's doing something, and he doesn't even realize that until the pressure eases.
It strikes a chord in him, unsurprisingly, and he's moving without thinking at the end, reaching out and cupping the other young man's face in his hand, his thumb soothing against his cheek, just under one eye,
"All the songs in the world to sing, and you choose a sad one." It's entirely too intimate and he knows that, but dimly, somewhere far away. This is something Phillip would never have shown him and his heart breaks even more knowing that. Who taught him to conceal that? What happened to him that he's never even tried to sing for him...
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We've never sung together.
It's maybe not a thought he would normally have had without the shifting sadness of the tune, but once he thinks it, it winds it's way deep and he finds himself listening with a heart that feels heavy and constricted in a way he's not used to. He's not so attuned to Dynamis that he can tell anything about what Thanatos is doing, specifically, simply that he's doing something, and he doesn't even realize that until the pressure eases.
It strikes a chord in him, unsurprisingly, and he's moving without thinking at the end, reaching out and cupping the other young man's face in his hand, his thumb soothing against his cheek, just under one eye,
"All the songs in the world to sing, and you choose a sad one." It's entirely too intimate and he knows that, but dimly, somewhere far away. This is something Phillip would never have shown him and his heart breaks even more knowing that. Who taught him to conceal that? What happened to him that he's never even tried to sing for him...