[Aether blinks, then stares down at his wrist. His face is just as warm as before as his thoughts go wild in his head. He honestly needs to pull himself together or else Noé will think that he's acting weird. The traveler takes a deep breath, then nods, slipping his glove off, before moving closer to the other and offering his hand.]
I trust you.
[He speaks those words slowly, sincere and looking right at the other. Aether's cheeks are still very much red, though. He's nervous, but he's not sure why exactly. He's not afraid of pain - he's been hurt so many times before. It's the closeness that's so unfamiliar to him.
Physical closeness, but also the fact that someone will see the truth about him.]
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I trust you.
[He speaks those words slowly, sincere and looking right at the other. Aether's cheeks are still very much red, though. He's nervous, but he's not sure why exactly. He's not afraid of pain - he's been hurt so many times before. It's the closeness that's so unfamiliar to him.
Physical closeness, but also the fact that someone will see the truth about him.]