[Sylvain, always casual, always refusing to take things serious, nearly stumbles at Dimitri's words. He chalks it up to all of the tender affection, with an extra helping of still trying to understand the feelings from his childhood.
As it is, it takes everything in his power to not comment. He bites down on his lip, hard enough for it to color white, then releases.]
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As it is, it takes everything in his power to not comment. He bites down on his lip, hard enough for it to color white, then releases.]
Nowhere else I would rather have you, Dima.