[ Gil did strike gold, but ... the initial rush of the gift runs its course, leaving Adra feeling uncertain. He stares up into Gil's eyes as the other man holds his face, wondering what Gil's thinking. His enthusiasm is obviously genuine--but Adra's inclined to think it generally always is. The issue is more what he might be enthusiastic about.
He recalls the hot spring vividly, and the dungeon, too. The strangeness between Gil and Saber. The way Gil had repeated the Thalassian phrase for 'I love you', in a way that suggested no clear meaning. How Adra had, as he seems to with Gil, said too much, perhaps ventured too far.
He clutches the comb, feeling shy, but after such a long day ... his hair is a mess. ]
I-if you mean, brush my hair, then, sure. We can do that.
[ He sits on the edge of the bed, very prim as always, and of course still fully clothed in his civilian outfit--long red coat and all. ]
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He recalls the hot spring vividly, and the dungeon, too. The strangeness between Gil and Saber. The way Gil had repeated the Thalassian phrase for 'I love you', in a way that suggested no clear meaning. How Adra had, as he seems to with Gil, said too much, perhaps ventured too far.
He clutches the comb, feeling shy, but after such a long day ... his hair is a mess. ]
I-if you mean, brush my hair, then, sure. We can do that.
[ He sits on the edge of the bed, very prim as always, and of course still fully clothed in his civilian outfit--long red coat and all. ]