[His expression grows worried and pensive. He looks like there is so much he wants to say. There is so much he wants to say. Not even about all of this. About... them maybe.
He's shaking his head very gently, knowing already Lucien is a stubborn bastard. Don't do that, idiod. But he probably would be, too?
He steps forward, right up to Lucien, close. His head tips slightly, and he rests his cheek against Lucien's head. There's, like, no real weight to it because he is a stupid glowing silhouette, but whatever. The thought that counts. He stays like this without moving.]
You can talk.
[Just because he is reduced to mostly silence doesn't mean Lucien has to suffer the same fate.]
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He's shaking his head very gently, knowing already Lucien is a stubborn bastard. Don't do that, idiod. But he probably would be, too?
He steps forward, right up to Lucien, close. His head tips slightly, and he rests his cheek against Lucien's head. There's, like, no real weight to it because he is a stupid glowing silhouette, but whatever. The thought that counts. He stays like this without moving.]
You can talk.
[Just because he is reduced to mostly silence doesn't mean Lucien has to suffer the same fate.]