Fitz doesn't need Skill awareness of the Fool to be able to sense that smile.
This is perhaps the closest they have been without catastrophe. Without a wild attempt at Skill healing, or a combining of their spirits as they travel through a pillar. Fitz has not slept with anyone holding him in such a tender manner, or he them, since - since Molly.
It is a luxury, and it is quite possibly entirely stupid, for once he leaves here neither of them can have this once more. The Fool who awaits him in Buckkeep can barely stand to be touched, after all he has endured.
Fitz won't move away, however, and he exhales a tiny sigh at the Fool's words. "And I, you," he responds, lips against the other's skin, in what is as much a kiss as speech.
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This is perhaps the closest they have been without catastrophe. Without a wild attempt at Skill healing, or a combining of their spirits as they travel through a pillar. Fitz has not slept with anyone holding him in such a tender manner, or he them, since - since Molly.
It is a luxury, and it is quite possibly entirely stupid, for once he leaves here neither of them can have this once more. The Fool who awaits him in Buckkeep can barely stand to be touched, after all he has endured.
Fitz won't move away, however, and he exhales a tiny sigh at the Fool's words. "And I, you," he responds, lips against the other's skin, in what is as much a kiss as speech.