[ Were this anyone other than the boy whose side Chaltier has never left, perhaps such a reaction would have gone largely misunderstood; but, as it stands, the Swordian knows quite well that his request was a leap out of Leon's comfort level and has no intention of pushing him further – at least, not tonight. ]
Yes, Young Master...!
[ But then, albeit belatedly, he grows somewhat self-conscious... or maybe he is simply saying it for Leon's sake, despite how hushed his musing comes out— ] It's been a long time.
{A long time? There is only one possibility as to what Chal could mean by that and that makes him realize he has not been considering the Swordian's feelings. Only it is something too difficult to change about himself. There has always been some kind of distance. He never sought to physically bond with anyone, someone else always persisted.
He recalls Stahn's own persistence which led to him acknowledging him and holding his hand but Chal is different. Maybe this contact cemented it. Before Chal's form did not allow the thought but this person has always looked after him. Always at his side. Perhaps he wishes changed long ago but there is a realization that being here with Chal is the closest he has ever gotten to fulfilling it.
He brings a hand up to his face before he settles down once more.]
...that could have been worst.
[He turns on his side closing his eyes. There is some weariness in his voice as the whole experience has left him a little drained.]
[ Chaltier, too, swivels his body to a more comfortable upright position, leaving them back-to-back, with Leon lying behind him on the bed. After a moment, he looks down at his hands as if still comprehending their exchange, wondering if this is truly reality or if his core crystal was damaged in the mines and resulted in some bizarre hallucination.
There is a long pause before he turns and speaks again, voice hushed, cracking. ]
Young Master... [ he swallows, holding up his hand with the intention of brushing the younger swordman's bangs away from his face, yet hesitates at the last moment for fear of making him feel uncomfortable again, opting instead to maintain a distance that still allows him feel his body warmth without being intrusive ] ... Now I can try... if you'll still allow me.
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Yes, Young Master...!
[ But then, albeit belatedly, he grows somewhat self-conscious... or maybe he is simply saying it for Leon's sake, despite how hushed his musing comes out— ] It's been a long time.
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He recalls Stahn's own persistence which led to him acknowledging him and holding his hand but Chal is different. Maybe this contact cemented it. Before Chal's form did not allow the thought but this person has always looked after him. Always at his side. Perhaps he wishes changed long ago but there is a realization that being here with Chal is the closest he has ever gotten to fulfilling it.
He brings a hand up to his face before he settles down once more.]
...that could have been worst.
[He turns on his side closing his eyes. There is some weariness in his voice as the whole experience has left him a little drained.]
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There is a long pause before he turns and speaks again, voice hushed, cracking. ]
Young Master... [ he swallows, holding up his hand with the intention of brushing the younger swordman's bangs away from his face, yet hesitates at the last moment for fear of making him feel uncomfortable again, opting instead to maintain a distance that still allows him feel his body warmth without being intrusive ] ... Now I can try... if you'll still allow me.