[Sometimes easier isn't always the best option, even if we want it to be. The hand on his leg is a reassurance that okay, good, they're getting some where and that's all he can ask for right now.
They're both listening to each other.]
Believe me, kitten, I've known some of this for a while now.
[The pet name harkening back to that drunken night for Balthier when he'd been a clingy lap cat and earned 'kitten' from Reyes.]
I want space between you and the Charlatan, Balthier.
[Which might make it sound like he wants space between them, but that's not what he means.]
We both have our enemies, highlights of our day jobs, but the people that want to get to the Charlatan would do anything and- [His hand slides up, cupping behind Balthier's ear now, thumb brushing across his cheek.] Leading man and god-slayer you might be, but when I think about what they would do to you...
[Shaking his head a little, his eyes close as he gently pulls Balthier in closer to touch their foreheads together. It was never about Balthier not being capable of protecting himself, it was the 'what ifs'. Like when the Kett dropped a surprise attack on that trade outpost and Reyes almost died. Shit happens, he knows this and there's still so much out here in Andromeda that Balthier and Fran aren't familiar with that for all their knowledge, strengths and skill, just one little slip up, one roll of the dice that didn't land in their favor...]
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Date: 2022-06-29 12:18 am (UTC)They're both listening to each other.]
Believe me, kitten, I've known some of this for a while now.
[The pet name harkening back to that drunken night for Balthier when he'd been a clingy lap cat and earned 'kitten' from Reyes.]
I want space between you and the Charlatan, Balthier.
[Which might make it sound like he wants space between them, but that's not what he means.]
We both have our enemies, highlights of our day jobs, but the people that want to get to the Charlatan would do anything and- [His hand slides up, cupping behind Balthier's ear now, thumb brushing across his cheek.] Leading man and god-slayer you might be, but when I think about what they would do to you...
[Shaking his head a little, his eyes close as he gently pulls Balthier in closer to touch their foreheads together. It was never about Balthier not being capable of protecting himself, it was the 'what ifs'. Like when the Kett dropped a surprise attack on that trade outpost and Reyes almost died. Shit happens, he knows this and there's still so much out here in Andromeda that Balthier and Fran aren't familiar with that for all their knowledge, strengths and skill, just one little slip up, one roll of the dice that didn't land in their favor...]