He knows. On the surface, what he said is the equivalent of just don't be bothered by it, which is functionally useless. But that's not the way it was meant.
They seem to get it, if the way they turn to him is any indication. (As ever, it catches at his chest that they would, far more than he's willing to let intrude on the moment.)
He'd tuck his other arm around them as well, but his build and their positions on the Tram seating make that difficult. Lemm settles for just squeezing them closer for a moment in reciprocation, and then consolingly rubs at their back under their Nail hilt, mindful not to catch at their wings.
Ordinary moments like this are unfamiliar to the both of them, though becoming less so. Gazing idly out of a window, Lemm still hopes he's doing his part right.
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Date: 2023-03-18 10:49 am (UTC)They seem to get it, if the way they turn to him is any indication. (As ever, it catches at his chest that they would, far more than he's willing to let intrude on the moment.)
He'd tuck his other arm around them as well, but his build and their positions on the Tram seating make that difficult. Lemm settles for just squeezing them closer for a moment in reciprocation, and then consolingly rubs at their back under their Nail hilt, mindful not to catch at their wings.
Ordinary moments like this are unfamiliar to the both of them, though becoming less so. Gazing idly out of a window, Lemm still hopes he's doing his part right.