[ Something is...off. He senses it before he can really focus, eyes raking over Sylvain in concern. Dark eyes, heavy breathing, wetness showing...His grip tightens momentarily, and without realizing what he's doing, he moves from his lounge chair to Sylvain's, a hand going to the other's forehead like he's feeling for a fever.
Even as he's flushing, because he's got a creeping suspicion he knows what the cause was. ]
Are you alright?
[ And that need to cradle the other, make sure he comes down safely and softly, hasn't dispersed. ]
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Even as he's flushing, because he's got a creeping suspicion he knows what the cause was. ]
Are you alright?
[ And that need to cradle the other, make sure he comes down safely and softly, hasn't dispersed. ]