[If pressed, he’d admit he’s not certain exactly what he is fishing for. Some small shift between them, a crack in their usual relations that had let something else slip in? Or for the opposite, for his touch to disarm or cause Ferdinand to reply in a more sentimental and obvious way? Something in-between?
He cannot say. He does not know, much less understand what to hope for. It is easier to qualify all of it as distraction if that is the case, for Hubert knows better how to deal with potential issues when viewed under the light of inconvenience.
Still. But I do not think I would want anyone else to fill that spot. His fingers pause, readjust themselves, and Hubert swallows. He wishes he could control his body better, to stop the infuriating way his heart stutters at that simple statement.]
...Rather sentimental of you, Ferdinand. Why not? Don’t tell me you’ve grown that fond of me already.
no subject
He cannot say. He does not know, much less understand what to hope for. It is easier to qualify all of it as distraction if that is the case, for Hubert knows better how to deal with potential issues when viewed under the light of inconvenience.
Still. But I do not think I would want anyone else to fill that spot. His fingers pause, readjust themselves, and Hubert swallows. He wishes he could control his body better, to stop the infuriating way his heart stutters at that simple statement.]
...Rather sentimental of you, Ferdinand. Why not? Don’t tell me you’ve grown that fond of me already.