[He knows you'll assume he was worried regardless, so...might as well say it. Honesty, and all that! Now, to move out of the doorway; gently tugging on Lysandre's arm, Sycamore moves inside and places his bag down on the dining table.]
I'm more than happy to stay for the entire cycle, you know.
[He'll lean against the table after he's said that, arms crossed and a relaxed expression on his face. No lab coat, as is becoming the norm here in Lunatia; instead, a pale blue (slightly iridescent!) shirt and dark pants. They go well with his red socks, as far as he's concerned!]
I'll leave if it gets to a point where you want me gone. But I want you to know I'd like to remain with you.
[Mostly because he knows that's how you'll react...although admittedly, at least he's aware this is very much 'receive an inch and take a mile' in terms of Sanguis. But still!
Shifting away from the table (in a way that would probably be better described as 'bouncing'), Sycamore places his hands on Lysandre's shoulders.]
I think it will be an interesting experiment, regardless! You know what I'm hypothesizing? That having me around will make it easier for you! You might find you're a lot calmer. At least I can stop any ill-advised posting to the network, no?
[Well! That will make him laugh, and Sycamore will happily squeeze Lysandre's shoulders.]
I'm pleased to hear it! Poor Pyroar would be dreadfully confused. To be fair, there's something a bit sexy about you getting so raw and physical, no? Although I prefer when it's with me.
[Have a wink, you.]
Either way, we will get through it together! I'm just glad to be here with you.
I'm not going to commit to that much optimism all in one go, but that would be the plan for now, at least. It's good to have you here, at least for the time being; controlling it is easier now than it was at the start, so unless something extremely unforeseen happens, it should be fine for the next few days.
[This place enjoys its Unexpected Bullshit, granted, but still.]
[That makes Sycamore sigh softly, but he manages to keep a small smile on his face.]
Lysandre, you...
[He falls silent, momentarily looking at the floor.]
...you know I think otherwise. But only because I hate seeing you suffer.
[Right, he'll look back up. Still smiling! Everything is fine.]
Perhaps I'm just being overly sentimental, though. I know the way you think; what's done is done, no? If you'd prefer we just move on, I'm happy to. The scales suit you a lot better anyway.
[It takes a moment for Sycamore to respond, although he doesn't look away this time; instead, he studies Lysandre's face.]
Perhaps instead of talking about it now, we could make a trip to the Groves outside of our blessings?
[It's a carefully manufactured response; the last time he'd tried to hide things from Lysandre during Sanguis, he had reacted...badly. They both had, really. That, and their track record with talking through contentious topics without a suitably cute distraction is also less than stellar. Sycamore still cringes when he thinks about how badly his confession had gone, even if it did work out okay.]
Hitting pause, rather than trying to avoid anything. Would that work for you, mon cheri?
It's not that, so much. It's more that I'm trying to keep in mind what you said to me, about which of your traits Sanguis might latch onto and intensify. You like to be in control, and a discussion like that - of topics that could be uncomfortable - can quickly make a person feel like theirs is slipping away.
[He reaches out, then, running a hand down Lysandre's arm.]
Best not to take the chance, don't you think? But this way, I'm not doing my usual - you know, ignoring things that upset me - and coming up with another solution. One that works for both of us!
[...]
I might have thought about this a little bit, last night.
[You know, after you hinted he could be coming over.....]
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[He knows you'll assume he was worried regardless, so...might as well say it. Honesty, and all that! Now, to move out of the doorway; gently tugging on Lysandre's arm, Sycamore moves inside and places his bag down on the dining table.]
I'm more than happy to stay for the entire cycle, you know.
[He'll lean against the table after he's said that, arms crossed and a relaxed expression on his face. No lab coat, as is becoming the norm here in Lunatia; instead, a pale blue (slightly iridescent!) shirt and dark pants. They go well with his red socks, as far as he's concerned!]
I'll leave if it gets to a point where you want me gone. But I want you to know I'd like to remain with you.
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I'm not afraid, Lysandre.
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[He loves you and all, but your judgement with regards to these things...]
We'll see how things end up. It's entirely too soon to say for now, I'd think.
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[Mostly because he knows that's how you'll react...although admittedly, at least he's aware this is very much 'receive an inch and take a mile' in terms of Sanguis. But still!
Shifting away from the table (in a way that would probably be better described as 'bouncing'), Sycamore places his hands on Lysandre's shoulders.]
I think it will be an interesting experiment, regardless! You know what I'm hypothesizing? That having me around will make it easier for you! You might find you're a lot calmer. At least I can stop any ill-advised posting to the network, no?
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[...It isn't much of an accomplishment, but he can admittedly see why people do it.]
I haven't asked Pyroar to fight me either, thankfully enough.
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I'm pleased to hear it! Poor Pyroar would be dreadfully confused. To be fair, there's something a bit sexy about you getting so raw and physical, no? Although I prefer when it's with me.
[Have a wink, you.]
Either way, we will get through it together! I'm just glad to be here with you.
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[This place enjoys its Unexpected Bullshit, granted, but still.]
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As much as I know it feels otherwise, I do agree with the cautious approach. You know what I'm like, though, with things that excite me.
[He will calm down eventually...maybe. No promises there, although he is looking a lot calmer.]
You will tell me if anything I do makes it worse, won't you?
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...you know I don't hold that against you, right?
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If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here, Lysandre.
[...
He's tempted to add 'you scared me', but...well. Perhaps this isn't the time of the month to do so.]
But if you'd just like a distraction from Sanguis, I can do that too. Whatever you like, mon cheri.
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[He doesn't seem agitated by it, blunt though it is. Not really, anyway.]
Unless you think otherwise.
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Lysandre, you...
[He falls silent, momentarily looking at the floor.]
...you know I think otherwise. But only because I hate seeing you suffer.
[Right, he'll look back up. Still smiling! Everything is fine.]
Perhaps I'm just being overly sentimental, though. I know the way you think; what's done is done, no? If you'd prefer we just move on, I'm happy to. The scales suit you a lot better anyway.
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[Now that that's out there, and all.]
Do as you see fit.
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Perhaps instead of talking about it now, we could make a trip to the Groves outside of our blessings?
[It's a carefully manufactured response; the last time he'd tried to hide things from Lysandre during Sanguis, he had reacted...badly. They both had, really. That, and their track record with talking through contentious topics without a suitably cute distraction is also less than stellar. Sycamore still cringes when he thinks about how badly his confession had gone, even if it did work out okay.]
Hitting pause, rather than trying to avoid anything. Would that work for you, mon cheri?
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[It's neither agreement nor refusal; it's a bit difficult to tell what it is, specifically.]
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It's not that, so much. It's more that I'm trying to keep in mind what you said to me, about which of your traits Sanguis might latch onto and intensify. You like to be in control, and a discussion like that - of topics that could be uncomfortable - can quickly make a person feel like theirs is slipping away.
[He reaches out, then, running a hand down Lysandre's arm.]
Best not to take the chance, don't you think? But this way, I'm not doing my usual - you know, ignoring things that upset me - and coming up with another solution. One that works for both of us!
[...]
I might have thought about this a little bit, last night.
[You know, after you hinted he could be coming over.....]