That gets Phillip to roll his eyes, in that fond way he often does, but he does not resist the pull, wraps his own around the elezen’s shoulders. “As if that was all this was about,” he says, but he’s smiling as he does. They both know it’s not. But they both know it’s not entirely unrelated, either.
He reaches a hand up to smooth through Gustavain’s hair, a familiar gesture up with an edge to it that doesn’t usually come up in their quieter moments. It’s usually in the throws of something else, usually attached that near dangerous tone of mine that they always pretend he didn’t say after the fact. Of the two of them right now, Gustavain is certainly putting more of what is happening to words, but that doesn’t mean Phillip isn’t saying It.
“We were supposed to be doing something,” he comments casually as his fingers brush through the knots created by battle. It is just as much of an offer to forestall it a bit longer as continue. It’s not like it was horribly urgent...
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He reaches a hand up to smooth through Gustavain’s hair, a familiar gesture up with an edge to it that doesn’t usually come up in their quieter moments. It’s usually in the throws of something else, usually attached that near dangerous tone of mine that they always pretend he didn’t say after the fact. Of the two of them right now, Gustavain is certainly putting more of what is happening to words, but that doesn’t mean Phillip isn’t saying It.
“We were supposed to be doing something,” he comments casually as his fingers brush through the knots created by battle. It is just as much of an offer to forestall it a bit longer as continue. It’s not like it was horribly urgent...