[ Is this something he wants to share? He isn't proud of it. For someone fierce and determined, like Ganymede... what would he make of it? Pity? Or would it only be the beginning of a creeping tarnish on his bright spirit? ]
It does. It did. [ Although if it had helped perfectly: he wouldn't be here. ] It eases... a great deal of pressure. Hopes can be suffocating.
[ Without them, there's no need to run. No need for disappointment, or despair. Only the steady march of one meaningless day to the next.
His brow furrows, in either dismay or surprise, when Ganymede pursues. Stubborn, again. Michel opens his mouth, his fingers tracing restlessly over the edge of the boat as he gropes for words. What was surprising? There were no shortage of things. That his initial impression of shyness had been so misplaced? Ganymede is confident and decisive. Pushy, and prying, and incapable of not overstepping boundaries. But open. He listens with an intentness even now that unsettles Michel. Has he actually let his guard down enough to say too much? ]
...How can you still be so curious? Why do you care what I think?
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It does. It did. [ Although if it had helped perfectly: he wouldn't be here. ] It eases... a great deal of pressure. Hopes can be suffocating.
[ Without them, there's no need to run. No need for disappointment, or despair. Only the steady march of one meaningless day to the next.
His brow furrows, in either dismay or surprise, when Ganymede pursues. Stubborn, again. Michel opens his mouth, his fingers tracing restlessly over the edge of the boat as he gropes for words. What was surprising? There were no shortage of things. That his initial impression of shyness had been so misplaced? Ganymede is confident and decisive. Pushy, and prying, and incapable of not overstepping boundaries. But open. He listens with an intentness even now that unsettles Michel. Has he actually let his guard down enough to say too much? ]
...How can you still be so curious? Why do you care what I think?