[ Basch responds to the kiss, pliant, for a moment - the intent was clearly telegraphed - before his breath catches and he surges forward and up, kissing back, cupping Balthier's cheek lightly more to touch than to hold him in place. He knows better than to try that. But it has been a while, and--
No mind. This is here and now, and by the time the kiss trails off, his other hand is at Balthier's waist, heavy and solid. The blue eyes are dark - Balthier has never been just any port in a storm, though storms have raged around them - but they still twinkle slightly. ]
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No mind. This is here and now, and by the time the kiss trails off, his other hand is at Balthier's waist, heavy and solid. The blue eyes are dark - Balthier has never been just any port in a storm, though storms have raged around them - but they still twinkle slightly. ]
Oh, whatever shall I do, if that comes to pass...