[Barnabas mentally lingers in the kiss and the way he fixed his hair, even a few moments after Cid has pulled away. He cannot explain quite what he's feeling, though the depth of it all is rather shallow compared to what most might feel, it feels rather significant to his usual suffocating emptiness.
As Cid speaks, he keeps his gaze on him, watching him with a hazy attentiveness.]
Perhaps. Or perhaps I am rather familiar with such acts.
[But the gentle thrum of his heart says it's more likely to be Cid's assumption.]
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As Cid speaks, he keeps his gaze on him, watching him with a hazy attentiveness.]
Perhaps. Or perhaps I am rather familiar with such acts.
[But the gentle thrum of his heart says it's more likely to be Cid's assumption.]