[Emmet, despite himself, hears the soft touch of humor to his question - because despite it all, Sylvain is here to comfort him. He still stays by his side and lets everything wash off him like rain, holding on only to the most important parts of it all. He looks to him, eyes affectionate, and sits forward into a hunch before he's touching a palm to Sylvie's cheek.]
( it's easy affection with an answer that should be quite clear.
but sylvain quirks up the corners of his lips, offers over a small smile as he leans into that hand on his cheek, before he's shoving against emmet and swinging his legs off the edge of the bed to pull himself up to his feet. )
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[Emmet, despite himself, hears the soft touch of humor to his question - because despite it all, Sylvain is here to comfort him. He still stays by his side and lets everything wash off him like rain, holding on only to the most important parts of it all. He looks to him, eyes affectionate, and sits forward into a hunch before he's touching a palm to Sylvie's cheek.]
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but sylvain quirks up the corners of his lips, offers over a small smile as he leans into that hand on his cheek, before he's shoving against emmet and swinging his legs off the edge of the bed to pull himself up to his feet. )
Chess.