[Sylvain huffs. He tries his best to be stubborn in the face of Felix's insistence. But the way his face looks -- the amount of emotion Sylvain can process on his face and just how shocking that lone is -- he can hardly do more than stick his lower lip out just the slightest bit further.]
Yeah, but -- Save the best for last? [It's a lame attempt and Sylvain knows it. In the end, he just shakes his head before leaning forward. Their foreheads press together, while Sylvain's free hand finds Felix's wrist.]
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Yeah, but -- Save the best for last? [It's a lame attempt and Sylvain knows it. In the end, he just shakes his head before leaning forward. Their foreheads press together, while Sylvain's free hand finds Felix's wrist.]
What if we married each other? No first or last?