He's surprised at being stopped, staring owlishly at Byleth's hand on his own, before his gaze flicks over to Byleth's face as he kisses his fingers, his ears burning hot from the sight and sentiment.
No magic? Well, that's...fine. More than fine, he simply was acting automatically based on convenience and habit. Though, with Byleth's promise of making him as happy as he can, he supposes he'll have to form new habits, won't he? Though he's not so sure about the whole smiling with his eyes bit.
Though he cannot help the noise of surprise when Byleth scoops him up like he's some fair maiden to be swept off her feet, carrying him similarly to the bathroom! It's all rather ridiculous with their size difference, Byleth's innate strength aside! Then a bath is being drawn, salts or soaps or oils selected, and then he's being put into the fresh hot bath like he is incapable of doing the task himself!
Okay, he knows it isn't something so condescending as that, and maybe it's nice to be appreciated and doted on like this, but part of him finds it a little hard to just accept from someone he cares about. Which is ridiculous, but there's such a line of intimacy toed with this, genuine affection, that leaves him antsy.
Appreciative of the way he's pulled back against Byleth as the hot water soothes and eases him, how his presence leaves his heart beating with such emphatic warmth he could put the bath to shame. Yet, there's a sense of unease that tinges all of this, of worry, of fear.
He brings his hands up, resting them on the arms encircling him, his thumb rubbing against the Byleth's skin as he leans his head back on his shoulder. His dimly glowing eyes only half open as he just allows himself to accept this momentary bliss for what it is.
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No magic? Well, that's...fine. More than fine, he simply was acting automatically based on convenience and habit. Though, with Byleth's promise of making him as happy as he can, he supposes he'll have to form new habits, won't he? Though he's not so sure about the whole smiling with his eyes bit.
Though he cannot help the noise of surprise when Byleth scoops him up like he's some fair maiden to be swept off her feet, carrying him similarly to the bathroom! It's all rather ridiculous with their size difference, Byleth's innate strength aside! Then a bath is being drawn, salts or soaps or oils selected, and then he's being put into the fresh hot bath like he is incapable of doing the task himself!
Okay, he knows it isn't something so condescending as that, and maybe it's nice to be appreciated and doted on like this, but part of him finds it a little hard to just accept from someone he cares about. Which is ridiculous, but there's such a line of intimacy toed with this, genuine affection, that leaves him antsy.
Appreciative of the way he's pulled back against Byleth as the hot water soothes and eases him, how his presence leaves his heart beating with such emphatic warmth he could put the bath to shame. Yet, there's a sense of unease that tinges all of this, of worry, of fear.
He brings his hands up, resting them on the arms encircling him, his thumb rubbing against the Byleth's skin as he leans his head back on his shoulder. His dimly glowing eyes only half open as he just allows himself to accept this momentary bliss for what it is.
"Aye, it is."