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[perfectteatime]

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... Was that all I had to do? Oh hit the pound key- BEEEEEP

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[woofdad]

"Oh, do you mean, uh... cognitive-behavioral therapy techniques? I'm glad those books came in handy, in any case."

Grant nods, getting ready to say something reassuring, but... at that last part, he can't help a brief, sympathetic laugh. "It-- it does. It kind of sucks. And I... know what you mean about not wanting to pressure him." Like. He really knows. "I'll... I'll make sure he knows you don't want him feeling rushed or pressured - and I'll call him on it if it seems like he's pushing himself into something he doesn't want. How's that sound?"

[perfectteatime]

"Yes, that's the one." His shoulders sag a little, and he lets go of tension he didn't realize he was holding. Exhaling a slow breath.

"Thank you, Grant. You're so kind. I'm really glad you've been here to look after everyone. Ah- myself included now I suppose." It still feels odd, accepting the care from someone else. But he looks up, a bit more sheepish than before. "Is it all right if I hug you?"

[woofdad]

Grant's face warms slightly; somehow, he never really gets used to being praised. "Uh, th-thank you, I guess. And no problem; I'm... glad I've been able to help at all."

Frankly, that last part is much easier to respond to: "Yeah - absolutely."

[perfectteatime]

That's all that needs to be said. Byleth scoots over to cash in on that sweet, sweet hug. Oh dear- Grant is so warm. And soft! This man is perfect for hugs. Byleth perhaps hugs a little longer than is socially acceptable, but the evidence is there in the way that the tension seems to drain from his body.

Wow. He's definitely hugging. For a while. In fact he just. Stays there. Totally silent. Until there's a soft honk.

He's.

He's asleep.

Well. He did say that emotions were extremely draining for him, and this was difficult.

[woofdad]

...Ah.

So, at first, that was nice. And then... maybe a little bit awkward, but Grant doesn't mind too much; Byleth clearly needs the comfort.

And then he Realizes.

For a brief moment, he considers if he should... wake Byleth up, maybe? But... nope. No, that's not happening, so he guesses he's just gonna be trapped here, uh...

Indefinitely.

This is fine.

...At some point he might have to brave those mystery eggs.