[Dimitri watches Byleth's reactions with a close eye, the smile he's trying to hold back making itself known as the other flips through the pages.
If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging.
There's nothing more than he wants, now that the fighting is over, than to make Byleth happy. He wants to see the man smile, because every little show of affection on the other's face makes his heart skip a beat.
When the professor gets to the last pages, Dimitri's smile falters, and he's a bit anxious. Did this discovery make things harder for Byleth?]
If you'd like, we could try to find more information. There's quite a few tomes I have yet to check in the libraries of the kingdom.
[ Byleth sets the book down on the table. Not to abandon it, of course — he'll take it with him to have a longer look at it later — but he's noticed now that in the time it took him to flip through it, Dimitri's smile faded somewhat.
That can't be borne. He likes it when Dimitri is happy and that invisible tail is wagging.
And he shouldn't — he knows he shouldn't — but, sensing a faint need to placate him, Byleth reaches up and brushes some of Dimitri's hair out of his eyes. It's gentle — fatherly, he thinks? Something he could make excuses to paper over. He is a priest now, sort of. He was Dimitri's professor once. It should be alright. To want to touch him. It should be excusable, the idea of touching him.
(He knows that this is only a guilty man's pretense.) ]
Would you really look into it for me?
[ Byleth's voice is soft. ]
I haven't any way of repaying you now.
[ Now that the war is over, he means. What good is he now that the war is over?
What a terribly funny thing for the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros to say, but Byleth seems quite serious about it, on the whole. ]
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If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging.
There's nothing more than he wants, now that the fighting is over, than to make Byleth happy. He wants to see the man smile, because every little show of affection on the other's face makes his heart skip a beat.
When the professor gets to the last pages, Dimitri's smile falters, and he's a bit anxious. Did this discovery make things harder for Byleth?]
If you'd like, we could try to find more information. There's quite a few tomes I have yet to check in the libraries of the kingdom.
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That can't be borne. He likes it when Dimitri is happy and that invisible tail is wagging.
And he shouldn't — he knows he shouldn't — but, sensing a faint need to placate him, Byleth reaches up and brushes some of Dimitri's hair out of his eyes. It's gentle — fatherly, he thinks? Something he could make excuses to paper over. He is a priest now, sort of. He was Dimitri's professor once. It should be alright. To want to touch him. It should be excusable, the idea of touching him.
(He knows that this is only a guilty man's pretense.) ]
Would you really look into it for me?
[ Byleth's voice is soft. ]
I haven't any way of repaying you now.
[ Now that the war is over, he means. What good is he now that the war is over?
What a terribly funny thing for the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros to say, but Byleth seems quite serious about it, on the whole. ]