[When you've spent a large portion of your life having so many tell you how terrible you are for being born the way you are it's shocking to have someone suddenly throw so much effort into showing the opposite. For a moment, he doesn't even know what to do. He has no reaction to this much affection directed at him. Eventually he has to settle for some form of instinct to shrug the rest of the way of his clothes so he can free up his hands to cup that wonderful man's face.
This...this isn't something he deserves. Dedue knows that he's not worthy of it. There are far more who deserve it far more than he does. He knows this as a fact. Because he is a man of Duscur and...
And not only does that not matter here but Sylvain doesn't care. Has never cared.
The reins have been handed off again as Dedue once more finds himself out of his depth and unsure where to step next.]
no subject
This...this isn't something he deserves. Dedue knows that he's not worthy of it. There are far more who deserve it far more than he does. He knows this as a fact. Because he is a man of Duscur and...
And not only does that not matter here but Sylvain doesn't care. Has never cared.
The reins have been handed off again as Dedue once more finds himself out of his depth and unsure where to step next.]