[He opens his mouth to make a retort, but the way the other's expression turns just a little more serious and how they grab his attention, makes him shut his mouth again and listen.

He digests the words carefully before finally sighing.]

I can't promise anything concrete. [Wriothesley wasn't about to make empty promises. He was an honest person and he knew what Sylvain was asking for and he knew how he was as a person.] It isn't about being judged it's just... you get used to how you handle things after so long. Habits die hard.

[He reaches out to gently thread his fingers with Sylvain.] I can't promise I'll come, but I'll try. That's the most I can offer.