[That quiet sound Felwinter makes is... almost like a huff of amusement. But that seems unlikely, doesn't it? Fel is not an expressive man.]
I know he is. [That's why in the swamp he hadn't butted in until Choso had already said his piece. Not allowing him to defend himself is also depriving him of his autonomy.] I fully intend to encourage it.
[He tugs his arm free of Gojo's hold, only to search out his hand again, lacing their fingers together instead.]
I'm still going to speak to him. I want to know how he feels about it. The way you treat him.
[An awkward pause.]
It felt... right, to tell you, rather than going behind your back about it. I think that's important, too.
[ Gojo answers teasingly, then shrugs. Accepting the touch, he curls his fingers around Fel's hand, glad have the comfort and affection. He falls quiet, tired of talking (tired of arguing), and wanting just to be held, with the pleasure of the imprint soothing the edges of his lingering grief and guilt.]
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I know he is. [That's why in the swamp he hadn't butted in until Choso had already said his piece. Not allowing him to defend himself is also depriving him of his autonomy.] I fully intend to encourage it.
[He tugs his arm free of Gojo's hold, only to search out his hand again, lacing their fingers together instead.]
I'm still going to speak to him. I want to know how he feels about it. The way you treat him.
[An awkward pause.]
It felt... right, to tell you, rather than going behind your back about it. I think that's important, too.
[Being open. What a terrifying thought.]
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[ Gojo answers teasingly, then shrugs. Accepting the touch, he curls his fingers around Fel's hand, glad have the comfort and affection. He falls quiet, tired of talking (tired of arguing), and wanting just to be held, with the pleasure of the imprint soothing the edges of his lingering grief and guilt.]