[Unaware that he's fucking himself over all the more, Sylvain ignores his better judgment and bridges the distance again to gently-yet-dramatically (and not intentionally dramatically, it's an accidental dramatic) clasp Midnight by the arm.]
Yeah, I kinda got that impression, don't worry. [He says this in a reassuring way, even if it's not that reassuring now that it's escaped his mouth. All of this positive reassurance and fond feelings is going to make him squirm.]
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Yeah, I kinda got that impression, don't worry. [He says this in a reassuring way, even if it's not that reassuring now that it's escaped his mouth. All of this positive reassurance and fond feelings is going to make him squirm.]