[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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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.....]