[His face nearly burned at the touch for how intensely they both felt, something that the Ardyn of before had lacked. Feeling, to such a degree. Church could barely blink, locked in this moment, not wanting to dare to miss anything.
The man in front of him right now in this room in this moment cares about him.
His name is Ardyn.
These are the facts of his life here before anything else that could happen.
There's a vulnerable part of him that wants to, wants to point out that it doesn't answer the question. Ardyn cares about him, yes, but that doesn't...there are different levels of care, and he shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have bothered. Should have just let the moment and the momentum carry him.
He trails his hands flat up Ardyn's chest, to rest on his shoulders, swallows thickly. Nods. Of course. He's a soldier in the end, following orders.]
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The man in front of him right now in this room in this moment cares about him.
His name is Ardyn.
These are the facts of his life here before anything else that could happen.
There's a vulnerable part of him that wants to, wants to point out that it doesn't answer the question. Ardyn cares about him, yes, but that doesn't...there are different levels of care, and he shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have bothered. Should have just let the moment and the momentum carry him.
He trails his hands flat up Ardyn's chest, to rest on his shoulders, swallows thickly. Nods. Of course. He's a soldier in the end, following orders.]
Yes sir. Yes, Ardyn.