( Mydei fancies himself adapt at reading Phainon better than most -- he has to, if he is to meet him blow for blow in all things. But there is something else lingering in the other man that he doesn't know how to help with, nor have words of advice that may help that he has not already imparted on the man. There is no solace in the suffering of a man he trusts, at the very least. Seeing as he has yet to make peace with himself in a way that will keep him prepared, or so he thinks, there are only two things he knows of that might settle him. One they are on the way to, and the other-- is new.
But something compels him to try, driven by the urge to keep working forward, to not let himself get lost. If he can encourage Phainon to do the same--
So Mydei, if Phainon will let him, will reach out for his hand to place it against Mydei's chest, gently above his sternum, bare fingers brushing against his own warm skin. A guess well played, for the sense of rightness, of trust and care intensifies, though still an echo of what it was when this bond came into being. He hums, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he keeps Phanion's hand there, though the other man is free to remove his hand whenever he wishes. )
Just because I do not worry over details does not mean I don't wish to know them, Deliverer. Especially when they seem to have made you more evasive than normal.
( One golden eye cracks open, and then the other, slow and piercing into the blue of Phanion's own. His voice is still a rumble, something that -- if Phainon still has his fingertips against Mydei's chest -- he can no doubt feel, though it is softer. )
As you should. I am not known for lying. ( He huffs, gaze focusing somewhere over the other man's shoulder before refocusing on him. ) And I, you. There are worse people I can think of to be trapped with.
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But something compels him to try, driven by the urge to keep working forward, to not let himself get lost. If he can encourage Phainon to do the same--
So Mydei, if Phainon will let him, will reach out for his hand to place it against Mydei's chest, gently above his sternum, bare fingers brushing against his own warm skin. A guess well played, for the sense of rightness, of trust and care intensifies, though still an echo of what it was when this bond came into being. He hums, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he keeps Phanion's hand there, though the other man is free to remove his hand whenever he wishes. )
Just because I do not worry over details does not mean I don't wish to know them, Deliverer. Especially when they seem to have made you more evasive than normal.
( One golden eye cracks open, and then the other, slow and piercing into the blue of Phanion's own. His voice is still a rumble, something that -- if Phainon still has his fingertips against Mydei's chest -- he can no doubt feel, though it is softer. )
As you should. I am not known for lying. ( He huffs, gaze focusing somewhere over the other man's shoulder before refocusing on him. ) And I, you. There are worse people I can think of to be trapped with.