"I'm known for it," X agrees with a very serious nod. "My timing is sung of in musical sanctuaries."
What Zephyr says next is a sideways sidle-up to the strong feelings he couldn't give voice before. The fact that he's choosing to come even that close is surprising, and X pauses to give it the weight it deserves, even if Zephyr won't. Especially if Zephyr won't.
"Yes," he says, smiling. "We're friends. We're good friends."
This is said with all the gentle certainty of a universal truth.
... It's still a little raw, in X's throat, and the pain still scratches. He coughs, and puts a hand over his throat. "Would you get me some water, please?"
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What Zephyr says next is a sideways sidle-up to the strong feelings he couldn't give voice before. The fact that he's choosing to come even that close is surprising, and X pauses to give it the weight it deserves, even if Zephyr won't. Especially if Zephyr won't.
"Yes," he says, smiling. "We're friends. We're good friends."
This is said with all the gentle certainty of a universal truth.
... It's still a little raw, in X's throat, and the pain still scratches. He coughs, and puts a hand over his throat. "Would you get me some water, please?"