[ Considering how proud Ganymede had seemed before of being stubborn, that's probably a compliment. This time Michel decides to think it over seriously rather than instinctively brushing it off.
He has his own principles he's held firm on. He won't say that isn't true. Very carefully, he slides his fingers down a long strand of Ganymede's hair. He's finally decided that it feels strange to just stand here unmoving... or, something like that. ]
Perhaps... I know what ground I can't give up at any cost.
[ His stubbornness is in enduring, rather than moving forward. But just possibly he can count that one for both of them. He tilts his head a little at the next, though. ]
Is it different for you when you're dancing?
[ He can't imagine that, personally. The thought of having so many eyes on him makes his skin begin to crawl. ]
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He has his own principles he's held firm on. He won't say that isn't true. Very carefully, he slides his fingers down a long strand of Ganymede's hair. He's finally decided that it feels strange to just stand here unmoving... or, something like that. ]
Perhaps... I know what ground I can't give up at any cost.
[ His stubbornness is in enduring, rather than moving forward. But just possibly he can count that one for both of them. He tilts his head a little at the next, though. ]
Is it different for you when you're dancing?
[ He can't imagine that, personally. The thought of having so many eyes on him makes his skin begin to crawl. ]