[ There’s a span of a handful of too quick heartbeats where any Balthier’s expression seems to dissolve into something much softer and more vulnerable than he could possibly be willing to accept of himself. He is tired, and he has been overwhelmed for a while now. That might be why it was so easy to let the words slip, to describe so much more than he really ought to have. He is, after all, the leading man. He should be able to manage.
But he can’t, and that simple assertion hits harder than it ought.
And just as quickly as it shows, he flees from it without a hint of shame. He forces it down, finding it far safer to drop into character than examine his feelings too closely. He arches one brow, lips curving as he leans into Basch’s space, a hand settling high on a muscular thigh. He knows how transparent this is, but he leans into it in hopes that audacity will see him through. ] We, is it? How quickly a man of such upstanding character throws his lot in with sky pirates.
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But he can’t, and that simple assertion hits harder than it ought.
And just as quickly as it shows, he flees from it without a hint of shame. He forces it down, finding it far safer to drop into character than examine his feelings too closely. He arches one brow, lips curving as he leans into Basch’s space, a hand settling high on a muscular thigh. He knows how transparent this is, but he leans into it in hopes that audacity will see him through. ] We, is it? How quickly a man of such upstanding character throws his lot in with sky pirates.