[A breath catches in Dimitri's chest when Sylvain smiles. It's relieving, but his taut muscles - coiled fists and set jaw - do not unwind. He'd come ready for rejection. Anger.
And it's difficult to allow himsef anything else.
Still, Dimitri enters, and sits carefully on a somewhat flimsy wooden stool near Sylvain's bed. He maintains his distance, leaning forward to set a small wrapped parcel wordlessly on the bedside table.
(Some sweets, selection composed solely of recommendations from the pasteur.)
Hands folded carefully in his lap, Dimitri does his best to make his large frame as unimposing as possible.]
no subject
And it's difficult to allow himsef anything else.
Still, Dimitri enters, and sits carefully on a somewhat flimsy wooden stool near Sylvain's bed. He maintains his distance, leaning forward to set a small wrapped parcel wordlessly on the bedside table.
(Some sweets, selection composed solely of recommendations from the pasteur.)
Hands folded carefully in his lap, Dimitri does his best to make his large frame as unimposing as possible.]
How is your recovery progressing?