What there is, however, is simply a feeling of unutterable correctness, as if the dunderheaded child has finally understood that when figuring, one plus one equals two instead of thirty-seven. A feeling of yes, finally.
It is not the greatest of kisses, as Fitz did not plan this in the slightest, but it is simple, and sweet, and short. The Fool stills, then accepts him.
(The Fool has always accepted him.)
(...the Fool's acceptance is precisely why he must be enormously careful here, for he has his friend's heart in his hands.)
"It felt right," he says, awkward and heartfelt. "Fool, I... if I am to lose you, yet again, perhaps there are things I would not deny you."
(Careful. Be careful, you cretin, that you do not make him think that you intend a dalliance only.)
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What there is, however, is simply a feeling of unutterable correctness, as if the dunderheaded child has finally understood that when figuring, one plus one equals two instead of thirty-seven. A feeling of yes, finally.
It is not the greatest of kisses, as Fitz did not plan this in the slightest, but it is simple, and sweet, and short. The Fool stills, then accepts him.
(The Fool has always accepted him.)
(...the Fool's acceptance is precisely why he must be enormously careful here, for he has his friend's heart in his hands.)
"It felt right," he says, awkward and heartfelt. "Fool, I... if I am to lose you, yet again, perhaps there are things I would not deny you."
(Careful. Be careful, you cretin, that you do not make him think that you intend a dalliance only.)