[What else was Byleth to say? He didn't doubt Dimitri's words, even if a part of him felt more than a little flustered that not even his unintentional stoicism or difficulty in expressing himself was considered a flaw in Dimitri's eyes. Even Jeralt on occasion had gotten slightly exasperated with him, due to miscommunication.
Anything Byleth could say in response felt trite. Or lacking in the emotional weight he desired. He struggled with himself, trying to find the correct words that aligned with this weird, indescribable emotion kindling in his chest. How on earth did Dimitri make it seem so easy? The man was a born romantic, in Byleth's eyes.]
I... I'm not sure what to say. [His words came out slow, clearly figuring out what to say as he spoke.] It's hard to- to put my feelings into words, but... I know I'm happy. That you think that- feel that.
[Maybe Byleth had just been slow on the uptake, that it took the pair of them huddling in a snow cave in the midst of a blizzard to realise that this warm feeling of comfort he felt with Dimitri was perhaps not platonic. But now that he was sitting here, Dimitri holding his hands, pouring his heart out to him, brimming with open affection... Byleth was just amazed he'd been so blind. If this blizzard had never happened, how long would it have taken otherwise? Them just being together, never quite bridging that gap - Byleth out of ignorance, and Dimitri out of propriety or nerves?]
And, I can say I feel the same way. That, I have seen you in a myriad of states, and it has only strengthened my dedication to you. In these months since the war ended, I can say that the only reason I have managed to wade through my new role as the Church's archbishop is due to your support. Our regular meetings, and our walks, made me feel calm and comforted, though I hadn't realised it was due affection until now...
[He was rambling, wasn't he? But Byleth wanted to be absolutely certain he was getting his feelings across - not matter how clumsy.]
I suppose I'm trying to say that I'm happy, and, I hope I can make you happy in turn, Dimitri. I'm ignorant about romance, and everything else that comes with it, but I'll try my best to... [What's the best word to use here? ] ...satisfy you?
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[What else was Byleth to say? He didn't doubt Dimitri's words, even if a part of him felt more than a little flustered that not even his unintentional stoicism or difficulty in expressing himself was considered a flaw in Dimitri's eyes. Even Jeralt on occasion had gotten slightly exasperated with him, due to miscommunication.
Anything Byleth could say in response felt trite. Or lacking in the emotional weight he desired. He struggled with himself, trying to find the correct words that aligned with this weird, indescribable emotion kindling in his chest. How on earth did Dimitri make it seem so easy? The man was a born romantic, in Byleth's eyes.]
I... I'm not sure what to say. [His words came out slow, clearly figuring out what to say as he spoke.] It's hard to- to put my feelings into words, but... I know I'm happy. That you think that- feel that.
[Maybe Byleth had just been slow on the uptake, that it took the pair of them huddling in a snow cave in the midst of a blizzard to realise that this warm feeling of comfort he felt with Dimitri was perhaps not platonic. But now that he was sitting here, Dimitri holding his hands, pouring his heart out to him, brimming with open affection... Byleth was just amazed he'd been so blind. If this blizzard had never happened, how long would it have taken otherwise? Them just being together, never quite bridging that gap - Byleth out of ignorance, and Dimitri out of propriety or nerves?]
And, I can say I feel the same way. That, I have seen you in a myriad of states, and it has only strengthened my dedication to you. In these months since the war ended, I can say that the only reason I have managed to wade through my new role as the Church's archbishop is due to your support. Our regular meetings, and our walks, made me feel calm and comforted, though I hadn't realised it was due affection until now...
[He was rambling, wasn't he? But Byleth wanted to be absolutely certain he was getting his feelings across - not matter how clumsy.]
I suppose I'm trying to say that I'm happy, and, I hope I can make you happy in turn, Dimitri. I'm ignorant about romance, and everything else that comes with it, but I'll try my best to... [What's the best word to use here? ] ...satisfy you?