[ He's incredibly tuned to Ganymede's reactions right now, so it's impossible not to notice. His heart gives a nervous little jolt in his chest. Perhaps if he'd actually had a cat before, per Ganymede's suggestion, he wouldn't have to think about each movement now. But he does; each brush of his fingers over Ganymede's hair is slow, a conscious decision punctuated by a brief moment of hesitation. ]
You love dancing itself.
[ And maybe also the connection, being a part of a family and a tradition. He can't see Ganymede's face like this, but his voice has that kind of warmth to it. Like Georges when he talked about his art, or Didier about the rescue missions the army had been a part of. ]
Did you think they were coddling you with their praise? One or two people might flatter you, but surely once everyone says something...
[ What everyone says must be true. Becomes true. But he hadn't expected this side of Ganymede, either, with the proud confidence he can project. It's... sweet. ]
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You love dancing itself.
[ And maybe also the connection, being a part of a family and a tradition. He can't see Ganymede's face like this, but his voice has that kind of warmth to it. Like Georges when he talked about his art, or Didier about the rescue missions the army had been a part of. ]
Did you think they were coddling you with their praise? One or two people might flatter you, but surely once everyone says something...
[ What everyone says must be true. Becomes true. But he hadn't expected this side of Ganymede, either, with the proud confidence he can project. It's... sweet. ]