[Sylvain doesn't commend on the wetness. He does, however, crane his head so that his lips press to a wet cheek. It's soft, gentle, and Sylvain is doing his damndest to put every ounce of love and affection into it.]
Just... Look. We're dating right? You're my... boyfriend? We're official and all? [His following laugh sounds a little breathless.] I didn't want to put a label on it because I didn't want to make you nervous, but now I'm thinking that's the wrong way to go. And everyone else calls you my boyfriend so.
That's what we are, right? And I'm just being your fool again?
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[Sylvain doesn't commend on the wetness. He does, however, crane his head so that his lips press to a wet cheek. It's soft, gentle, and Sylvain is doing his damndest to put every ounce of love and affection into it.]
Just... Look. We're dating right? You're my... boyfriend? We're official and all? [His following laugh sounds a little breathless.] I didn't want to put a label on it because I didn't want to make you nervous, but now I'm thinking that's the wrong way to go. And everyone else calls you my boyfriend so.
That's what we are, right? And I'm just being your fool again?