[ X’rhun would help him, he thinks. He would bear the weight of every single brick if it would dismantle the wall around Ardyn’s heard. And perhaps he has already carried some of it across his back, in his slow and meticulous prodding at Ardyn’s every defense, looking for cracks in the façade.
He parts from Ardyn for only a second – long enough to lean back and place his barely-touched wine glass on the small table at his end of the couch – and then he’s back, shoulder to shoulder, one hand resting lightly on Ardyn’s chest. ]
Have a little faith, my friend. I won’t laugh, no matter what you have to say.
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He parts from Ardyn for only a second – long enough to lean back and place his barely-touched wine glass on the small table at his end of the couch – and then he’s back, shoulder to shoulder, one hand resting lightly on Ardyn’s chest. ]
Have a little faith, my friend. I won’t laugh, no matter what you have to say.