[He's not even sure why it's so hard to get his head around it, he has no reason to think otherwise, just this invasive, intrusive feeling that he isn't. Why shouldn't he take it such a ruling to heart? After all, Dimos probably knows better than him, right?]
[And then of course, that last part hits, too. That they are all on the same level. Again, he has that knee-jerk response to refute it, but he catches it this time, holds it back. He doesn't want those words to get out, not when he likes what Dimos is saying, not when they give him a relief he barely understands.]
[What a strange feeling. Like his heart is bobbing very gently down a lazy river.]
Is it truly so...? I... I-I see.
[It takes some time for him to process it, as he takes his hand back and holds it himself, testing for his pulse with his free hand.]
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[He's not even sure why it's so hard to get his head around it, he has no reason to think otherwise, just this invasive, intrusive feeling that he isn't. Why shouldn't he take it such a ruling to heart? After all, Dimos probably knows better than him, right?]
[And then of course, that last part hits, too. That they are all on the same level. Again, he has that knee-jerk response to refute it, but he catches it this time, holds it back. He doesn't want those words to get out, not when he likes what Dimos is saying, not when they give him a relief he barely understands.]
[What a strange feeling. Like his heart is bobbing very gently down a lazy river.]
Is it truly so...? I... I-I see.
[It takes some time for him to process it, as he takes his hand back and holds it himself, testing for his pulse with his free hand.]
Dimos-san... do you know how to dance?