[He might not be able to see Byleth shake his head, but whether because of the spike of emotion accompanying the action, or the speed of it, or simply because he's slightly more corporeal at the moment of it by some stroke of luck, he can feel it. It's somewhat reassuring, too, when he didn't even know he wanted that reassurance.]
What I want doesn't matter, Professor.
[It's a bit more raw, honest, than he meant to say, but there's something of a bolstering effect from that same reassurance that prompts him to speak up, even as he does lean in to those hands on his cheeks, and does take advantage of one of those moments where Byleth is more corporeal to set his hands on his waist.
There is more he could do - there's more they both could do - but given the tone of their conversation, even he's hesitant to push further.]
But... comparing us is a bit unfair, isn't it? To everyone?
[Yes, there are things he can do and give Dimitri that Byleth can't, but the same is true in reverse. And besides all that - Dimitri isn't even present to speak of his own opinions, his own feelings on the matter.
So he's envious of what they have, yes, but he also knows for certain that his desire to see them both happy - with or without his own bright, playful charm in the mix - is most important right now.]
...I'll try not to worry, though. Thank you, Professor.
[And there's that reassurance again - bolstered by further physical affection. He really can't help but sigh as cold, ghostly hands drag over his neck, shoulders, as Byleth embraces him more warmly than, perhaps, he deserves.
Of course he returns it, lets his hands slide back from Byleth's waist to hold him as tight as his barely corporeal form will allow.]
You still haven't told me what you'd like. Ah- but if I'm going to be pursuing him, I'd like to pursue you, too, you know.
[Finally, his tone shifts to something a little more normal, a little more playful and flirtatious. And why not? He sees little reason to exclude Byleth from whatever builds between himself and Dimitri - not when they're all in this odd place together.]
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What I want doesn't matter, Professor.
[It's a bit more raw, honest, than he meant to say, but there's something of a bolstering effect from that same reassurance that prompts him to speak up, even as he does lean in to those hands on his cheeks, and does take advantage of one of those moments where Byleth is more corporeal to set his hands on his waist.
There is more he could do - there's more they both could do - but given the tone of their conversation, even he's hesitant to push further.]
But... comparing us is a bit unfair, isn't it? To everyone?
[Yes, there are things he can do and give Dimitri that Byleth can't, but the same is true in reverse. And besides all that - Dimitri isn't even present to speak of his own opinions, his own feelings on the matter.
So he's envious of what they have, yes, but he also knows for certain that his desire to see them both happy - with or without his own bright, playful charm in the mix - is most important right now.]
...I'll try not to worry, though. Thank you, Professor.
[And there's that reassurance again - bolstered by further physical affection. He really can't help but sigh as cold, ghostly hands drag over his neck, shoulders, as Byleth embraces him more warmly than, perhaps, he deserves.
Of course he returns it, lets his hands slide back from Byleth's waist to hold him as tight as his barely corporeal form will allow.]
You still haven't told me what you'd like. Ah- but if I'm going to be pursuing him, I'd like to pursue you, too, you know.
[Finally, his tone shifts to something a little more normal, a little more playful and flirtatious. And why not? He sees little reason to exclude Byleth from whatever builds between himself and Dimitri - not when they're all in this odd place together.]