[Aymeric holds that gaze, even as his palms itch to reach out and hold Estinien himself. Anything to assure himself that Estinien is both alive and well. He'd swallowed a similar urge while the dragoon had been in repose, following his rescue.
Never mind the fact that he had failed to suppress the desire once or twice.]
I would not deny it. Cannot.
[It doesn't make the ache any less severe, though. Why he feels like a grieving maiden over something that had not even come to pass, he cannot say. But he doesn't need knowledge to feel it like a knife between the ribs, something he's all too familiar with.]
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Never mind the fact that he had failed to suppress the desire once or twice.]
I would not deny it. Cannot.
[It doesn't make the ache any less severe, though. Why he feels like a grieving maiden over something that had not even come to pass, he cannot say. But he doesn't need knowledge to feel it like a knife between the ribs, something he's all too familiar with.]
But why not tell me?