[It had never occurred to Dimitri how much this small fact had bothered his Professor. What words did he want to say, after confirming that he had a real art? What does his professor think he is?]
[Dimitri knows he can do more than wonder, that he could just ask...]
[But then his hand is being taken, pressed up against a sweater. It is hard to feel the heart through so many layers; Dimitri suspects Byleth's holy garb is definitely an obstacle here.]
[Still. He feels it. That gentle heartbeat, matching the man he has in front of him.]
Yes. I feel it, Professor. [Dimitri, in turn, reaches out with his own free hand, to take Byleth's to his own chest. His own heartbeat.] Just like mine.
But... It only adds to the person you always were.
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[Dimitri knows he can do more than wonder, that he could just ask...]
[But then his hand is being taken, pressed up against a sweater. It is hard to feel the heart through so many layers; Dimitri suspects Byleth's holy garb is definitely an obstacle here.]
[Still. He feels it. That gentle heartbeat, matching the man he has in front of him.]
Yes. I feel it, Professor. [Dimitri, in turn, reaches out with his own free hand, to take Byleth's to his own chest. His own heartbeat.] Just like mine.
But... It only adds to the person you always were.