[ ah-- he's the one overthinking. flayn speaking next to him finally snaps him out of whatever little spiral he was trying to keep himself from going down, and yin yu hears that little catch of breath. this close, he couldn't. the anxious part of him riles itself up, and he shoves it down -- and any worry fades, after that.
he looks surprised when he turns his head to flayn, showing his face instead of the mask perched to the side of his head; instinctively, his hand squeezes gently in hers, as the expression softens. ] ...I don't mind.
[ once upon a time, yin yu carried the emotional load for someone else on his shoulders until it broke his back.
he learned his lesson, then, that bottling his own emotions can explode. (he actually hasn't learned his lesson that well, considering he still does it every day of his life.) but, even just this little gesture--this is different. the hand resting against his right now is proof enough.
this is... ] ...I-- this is. [ ...mn. the words get caught up in his throat, and he has to stop himself, ducking his head and looking away. his ears are pink, visible in the firelight, and he speaks quietly enough to just be heard. ] Forgive me for saying so, but... there's been nowhere else I would want to be.
[ you're helping me by being here. he can't say it out loud. maybe that will be enough.]
flayn looks up at him, searching his face. she knows by now that letting someone in is new territory for him, but...]
...why do you feel that is something you need forgiveness for?
[has she done something to make him feel as though relying on her would be a burden? the opposite couldn't be more true - for yin yu to rely on her, even if it's only in some small way, is what she wants more than almost anything else here. if he wants to be here, by her side, then he can stay here for as long as he likes.]
[ the flush on yin yu's face darkens a little further, spreading red across his cheeks. his shoulders hunch just a little bit, but it's not because he's ready to flee; she might recognize it as his reaction to be complimented sincerely. he's just embarrassed. ]
...I wouldn't want to be too forward, and make you uncomfortable. [ is what he eventually mumbles, reaching up with his other hand to briefly rub at his face. it's a force of habit to apologize, and he wouldn't want to bother lady flayn with a presence he suddenly has, but also, he is holding her hand, and saying something like that felt very...
nnn. he almost apologizes again, but doesn't, and doesn't let go, either. ]
[she certainly can't think of a time when he has. certainly, he'd surprised her at the trial - but even that hadn't really made her uncomfortable. it had just taken her a few moments to process.
(and then they'd been distracted by the return of an investigation group before she could dig into it too deeply.)
flayn gives yin yu's hand a very light squeeze, since he isn't pulling away, and keeps her voice gentle.]
I like being with you. Hearing that you enjoy being with me does not make me uncomfortable... it makes me happy.
[ don't worry, he surprised himself too. he hadn't really meant it in the way it absolutely came off--if flayn brings it up he might just melt into the ground out of his sheer embarrassment. (or actually run away.) he hasn't really thought about it again with all of the chaos that's gone on, which is a good thing.
the reassurance is... admittedly, it's a little nice. he feels a little silly for apologizing, and for assuming, but... his self-deprecation comes from years of experience, and it's not something that dies off so easy. a little laugh escapes him, embarrassed and sheepish, on an exhale, and he nods, free hand shifting to rub the back of his neck above his scarf. some of the nervous tension fades out of him; yin yu doesn't let go. ] ...I'm glad.
[ because he really is. that's what he was trying to convey, in his own way. awkwardly. ] You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to, either. If anything, I think I'm quite good at being quiet. [ the last part is slightly dry in its delivery, a little bit of a joke, maybe?
just being here is enough. being able to exist next to someone else, is, after all, a very new experience for yin yu. ]
[yin yu sure does know how to be quiet. it works for him, in some ways - allows him to do his job quickly and efficiently, with minimal interruptions. allows him to stealthily move from place to place without being accosted.
it probably allows him to keep himself safe, too.
but when he doesn't have to be quiet...]
I like hearing what you have to say, when you feel like talking. But just being with you is enough for me.
[with his hand in hers, she's much more at peace than she would have thought possible tonight.]
that's... probably never happened before. he's a little surprised by it, looking at flayn just a bit wide eyed. it's a simple kindness--just being with you is enough for me--but, to someone like yin yu, it means the world.
he ducks his head again, the expression gone just as quick as it came, though it's replaced with something warmer. a small, genuine smile. it's just enough to lighten his expression as it returns to neutral, the warmth staying in his dark eyes. ] ...alright. [ yin yu says, quietly, giving her hand a small squeeze. ] I promise I'll keep that in mind, Lady Flayn.
[as long as he remembers that, then... maybe he'll feel more comfortable, coming to her when he does need someone else to be there. maybe in some small way, she'll be able to support him the way he's been supporting her this whole time.
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he looks surprised when he turns his head to flayn, showing his face instead of the mask perched to the side of his head; instinctively, his hand squeezes gently in hers, as the expression softens. ] ...I don't mind.
[ once upon a time, yin yu carried the emotional load for someone else on his shoulders until it broke his back.
he learned his lesson, then, that bottling his own emotions can explode. (he actually hasn't learned his lesson that well, considering he still does it every day of his life.) but, even just this little gesture--this is different. the hand resting against his right now is proof enough.
this is... ] ...I-- this is. [ ...mn. the words get caught up in his throat, and he has to stop himself, ducking his head and looking away. his ears are pink, visible in the firelight, and he speaks quietly enough to just be heard. ] Forgive me for saying so, but... there's been nowhere else I would want to be.
[ you're helping me by being here. he can't say it out loud. maybe that will be enough.]
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flayn looks up at him, searching his face. she knows by now that letting someone in is new territory for him, but...]
...why do you feel that is something you need forgiveness for?
[has she done something to make him feel as though relying on her would be a burden? the opposite couldn't be more true - for yin yu to rely on her, even if it's only in some small way, is what she wants more than almost anything else here. if he wants to be here, by her side, then he can stay here for as long as he likes.]
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...I wouldn't want to be too forward, and make you uncomfortable. [ is what he eventually mumbles, reaching up with his other hand to briefly rub at his face. it's a force of habit to apologize, and he wouldn't want to bother lady flayn with a presence he suddenly has, but also, he is holding her hand, and saying something like that felt very...
nnn. he almost apologizes again, but doesn't, and doesn't let go, either. ]
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[she certainly can't think of a time when he has. certainly, he'd surprised her at the trial - but even that hadn't really made her uncomfortable. it had just taken her a few moments to process.
(and then they'd been distracted by the return of an investigation group before she could dig into it too deeply.)
flayn gives yin yu's hand a very light squeeze, since he isn't pulling away, and keeps her voice gentle.]
I like being with you. Hearing that you enjoy being with me does not make me uncomfortable... it makes me happy.
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the reassurance is... admittedly, it's a little nice. he feels a little silly for apologizing, and for assuming, but... his self-deprecation comes from years of experience, and it's not something that dies off so easy. a little laugh escapes him, embarrassed and sheepish, on an exhale, and he nods, free hand shifting to rub the back of his neck above his scarf. some of the nervous tension fades out of him; yin yu doesn't let go. ] ...I'm glad.
[ because he really is. that's what he was trying to convey, in his own way. awkwardly. ] You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to, either. If anything, I think I'm quite good at being quiet. [ the last part is slightly dry in its delivery, a little bit of a joke, maybe?
just being here is enough. being able to exist next to someone else, is, after all, a very new experience for yin yu. ]
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[yin yu sure does know how to be quiet. it works for him, in some ways - allows him to do his job quickly and efficiently, with minimal interruptions. allows him to stealthily move from place to place without being accosted.
it probably allows him to keep himself safe, too.
but when he doesn't have to be quiet...]
I like hearing what you have to say, when you feel like talking. But just being with you is enough for me.
[with his hand in hers, she's much more at peace than she would have thought possible tonight.]
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that's... probably never happened before. he's a little surprised by it, looking at flayn just a bit wide eyed. it's a simple kindness--just being with you is enough for me--but, to someone like yin yu, it means the world.
he ducks his head again, the expression gone just as quick as it came, though it's replaced with something warmer. a small, genuine smile. it's just enough to lighten his expression as it returns to neutral, the warmth staying in his dark eyes. ] ...alright. [ yin yu says, quietly, giving her hand a small squeeze. ] I promise I'll keep that in mind, Lady Flayn.
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[as long as he remembers that, then... maybe he'll feel more comfortable, coming to her when he does need someone else to be there. maybe in some small way, she'll be able to support him the way he's been supporting her this whole time.
she squeezes his hand back in return.]