[His instinct is to resist, but as soon as he feels Neuvillette's arm around his waist, he immediately finds himself leaning into the other's touch. He doesn't know why, but something about this stranger's presence seems to offer him some kind of comfort. Like gentle waves slowly rocking his psyche into a sweet lull... They smelled liked the salty breeze, something that lingers in memories that have long since faded on their pages, but the man seems to be reminding him a certain yearning tamped down when he had been dragged underground.
He'll chalk it up to exhaustion for now. Perhaps things will make more sense once things around him calm down.]
Neuvillette... [It rolls off his tongue familiar. The tight feeling relaxes in his chest.] I don't really have a name to offer you in return.
[He doesn't remember the name he was born with and he doesn't think he'd want to keep it. The name they had given him for people to chant? He doesn't want that either, he thinks.] I suppose it doesn't matter. [He's, at least, under the impression that the two of them will part ways. Somehow, the thought of that is quite sad though.]
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He'll chalk it up to exhaustion for now. Perhaps things will make more sense once things around him calm down.]
Neuvillette... [It rolls off his tongue familiar. The tight feeling relaxes in his chest.] I don't really have a name to offer you in return.
[He doesn't remember the name he was born with and he doesn't think he'd want to keep it. The name they had given him for people to chant? He doesn't want that either, he thinks.] I suppose it doesn't matter. [He's, at least, under the impression that the two of them will part ways. Somehow, the thought of that is quite sad though.]