[I really need to break him of this reticence, Gilgamesh thinks, watching him hang his head and interpreting it as some sign of shame. He's such a beautiful, handsome man, talented in many ways, yet always he draws back in on himself. Gilgamesh simply isn't accustomed to dealing with such individuals, and it makes him feel a bit awkward because of it. Not on account of his own ego, which would never dwindle, but on account of Setsuna's.
Still, if he wants some peace and quiet with his meal, Gilgamesh will provide. He says and does nothing to break the silence, indulging the tranquility of the moment instead. At least Setsuna hadn't refused the food outright, which had been his fear. Then everything would've seemed like one big waste. On occasion he nudges certain bits of food towards Setsuna, clearly offering, but otherwise keeps to himself.
However, he can't help it; when Setsuna chimes in with I see and a brighter look, he perks up at once.]
Yes, yes! No need to thank me, I...
[Oh. Setsuna acts with unexpected boldness, and he glances at him a bit wide-eyed when his hand's grabbed. Not out of dislike, but of surprise. He watches transfixed as his fingers are guided over the space of his heart, and he's once again reminded of why he likes him so much: he's so peaceful with his eyes shut, breathing gently. To look upon him has him calmer by proxy. The mana transfer feels warm, brings a slight flush to his cheeks.
Taking this as a sign that contact will be welcomed, Gilgamesh draws close, until their sides and shoulders touch.]
I would not tell anyone. I want—
[He wants many things he dares not mention aloud. One slips out anyway.]
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Still, if he wants some peace and quiet with his meal, Gilgamesh will provide. He says and does nothing to break the silence, indulging the tranquility of the moment instead. At least Setsuna hadn't refused the food outright, which had been his fear. Then everything would've seemed like one big waste. On occasion he nudges certain bits of food towards Setsuna, clearly offering, but otherwise keeps to himself.
However, he can't help it; when Setsuna chimes in with I see and a brighter look, he perks up at once.]
Yes, yes! No need to thank me, I...
[Oh. Setsuna acts with unexpected boldness, and he glances at him a bit wide-eyed when his hand's grabbed. Not out of dislike, but of surprise. He watches transfixed as his fingers are guided over the space of his heart, and he's once again reminded of why he likes him so much: he's so peaceful with his eyes shut, breathing gently. To look upon him has him calmer by proxy. The mana transfer feels warm, brings a slight flush to his cheeks.
Taking this as a sign that contact will be welcomed, Gilgamesh draws close, until their sides and shoulders touch.]
I would not tell anyone. I want—
[He wants many things he dares not mention aloud. One slips out anyway.]
I want to hold you. If it is permitted.