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[Truthfully speaking, this Ball was nothing more than a glorified dance class in Linhardt's mind. They were practically obligated to attend and partake, dancing with people and exchanging smiles and pleasantries; a ball like this was at least somewhat important to the nobility, Linhardt was sure, but as far as he was concerned? He had no business here, and the first chance he could get out, he took gladly.

He wasn't altogether sure about where to go, honestly; he could certainly just turn in for the night on his bed, or get back to his crest research, but there was another curiosity that he wanted to take a look at; the Goddess Tower. The details were a little fuzzy in Linhardt's mind, but he had heard some so-called rumors about what happened within the tower. Something interesting would happen if two people entered the tower...was it that they would be blessed by the Goddess if they shared a vow, or that they would be cursed for defiling her tower? Linhardt couldn't really recall off the top of his head, as it wasn't a topic that interested him too much, but...well, it was an interesting research opportunity and there was certainly a first time for everything.

But of course, he knew very well he wasn't exactly destined for much in the love department. As far as he was concerned, the Goddess Tower would be a once in a lifetime napping spot, and Linhardt intended to take the bait. It was surprisingly quiet, though he didn't doubt that there were people waiting to come in and try to find their 'true love', as they would likely call it. Linhardt finds his way to a nice spot within the tower, settling himself in for what's likely to be an interesting sleep, if nothing else.

Who knows, maybe he'll get to eavesdrop on some unlucky sap within the tower before he nods off, or perhaps even hear someone find the love of their life. The latter would certainly be a nice thought, for one of the others, perhaps. That would at least be interesting to hear...]

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[Oh, that... That does something to his chest, and for a moment it's hard to find the words he wants and put them in an order he likes. His expression is soft when he responds, and it takes him a moment to remember to settle into something a little more neutral.]

...I'd like that. I would like to see where you grew up.

[And sure, he could find useful information from poking around House Hevring's estate, but that's not why he's interested. Knowing what he does about Linhardt and Linhardt's past, he can only imagine that the place would be comforting - a home, not an estate. What was it like, he wonders.]

Perhaps I'll ask you about it again. In the future, of course.

[The war has been taking several turns in their favor. Between more secured victories and more focus on working with the nobles, it feels as if their making up has caused the Empire's to bolster significantly. Their efforts have borne fruit at long last, and they were finally starting to finally push back.

They were going to see Edelgard's vision through, and Linhardt could swear that everyone else seemed pretty happy about what was going on too. Perhaps unusually so, but he'd take whatever he could get.

It certainly helped that Byleth came back to them so suddenly. Garreg Mach was finally under the possession of the Empire, and it was theirs to do with as they pleased. Linhardt quite liked it as a base of operations, though he still had to go out quite often even with that; business with the nobility kept him busy when they weren't organizing themselves for missions, to say nothing of skirmishes keeping Hubert busy as well. But things had finally settled into something resembling a routine, and Linhardt could absolutely say he liked it.

Of course, said routine was a lot different from when he attended Garreg Mach as a student; there were letters to send, research to attend to (for both Edelgard and for himself), chores to do (sky watch was proving to be a surprisingly fun venture...), and Linhardt had to admit, he had less time to nap than he normally would. He still at least tried to sneak some sleep in, but with war looming and being in a surprisingly pivotal spot...well, it doesn't come as easily anymore.

Linhardt supposes that he shouldn't have been so surprised when Hubert finally decided to take matters into his own hands and convince Linhardt out of the library for a while, and after some protesting--there were a few more letters to be done, but they were ultimately not of high priority--he acquiesced and decided to go with Hubert.

...He was pretty sure Hubert would wind up telling Edelgard if he didn't go with him, so really, it was a lot less trouble to cooperate. He lets Hubert lead him along, though...]

Really, Hubert, you don't have to be so worried for me...

[It's said with a slightly tired tone as he rubs one of his eyes.]

...But I suppose I should thank you for dragging me out of there. I lost...track of time...

[He punctuates that with a yawn.]

[If Hubert were directly asked, he would claim that their victories and the sudden shift on the political front was entirely a coincidence with his reconciliation with Linhardt. In truth, it seems everyone knows about their hand in the recent turn of events, and he's certain he's gotten knowing looks from Ferdinand of all people. He would complain about it, but the last thing he wants to do is acknowledge that anyone has any idea of what's happening with him and Linhardt. They couldn't know. Could they?

Anyway, the important thing is that they've managed to reclaim Garreg Mach, and along with it, Professor Byleth. They said they were asleep for the past five years, which is suspicious but ultimately they don't seem to be a threat. Still, Hubert is keeping an eye on them for now. He cannot allow anything to happen to Her Majesty now, not when they've begun to make great strides again.

But with the return to Garreg Mach stirs up old memories and feelings, things he'd rather forget and move on from. Well, mostly. Today he has something in mind, something that's a bit too whimsical and silly for someone like him, but he thinks Linhardt will appreciate it anyway.

After all, Linhardt has been working himself too hard.]

The work you do is exceptionally important, but it can wait until you've rested.

[He leads Linhardt to a very familiar spot, pausing for a moment as he turns to look at his friend.]

This is where you were so determined to get me to nap all those years ago. I suppose we could both use the break today.

[The smile he gives is one reserved only for Linhardt; he wouldn't dare allow anyone else to see him lower his guard even this much.]

[...Oh.

Oh, this place is familiar--it's somehow even time itself seems to have been kind to it, and it's still so overgrown, and yet looks so soft. Linhardt actually seems kind of surprised that Hubert would bring him here, honestly, but...

Linhardt winds up looking at Hubert's face, seeing that smile on there just for him--oh gods, his heart is warming, and Linhardt is openly smiling in a way he usually doesn't in kind. It's making his chest, that love in his heart--it's making it act up so much and he has to admit, it'd be awkward if he didn't feel like he were about to be walking on air.

...Or well, sleeping on air, as it was.]

Ha...I never thought that you would have me join you in this wonderful spot ever again, if I may be honest.

[Linhardt absolutely will take a step out, before finding a nice place to lay down.]

Perhaps this time, you'll be able to sleep a little more soundly, hm?

I've never been particularly fond of reminiscing about the past.

[But he joins Linhardt easily, sweeping his cape aside so he doesn't sit on it.]

I can certainly try to get some sleep, though I don't know how successful I'll be. At the very least I can remain here with you, and hopefully not end up as embarrassed as last time.

[It's a wry smile now, but he doesn't seem really bothered by that. It led them to where they are now, after all. If he's going to be bothered by anything, it was his actions in the capital.]

I'd quite like to avoid a repeat of that as well. Perhaps the years will have taught you to be able to ease into sleep more easily.

[Linhardt takes that as his cue to drop that, at the very least; in truth, he'd rather not recall that little incident in too much detail. There were far more pleasant things to recall about it anyway, like the dance that it lead to, the sweets he was given, the bear he was...

...Oh.]

Ah-- [Linhardt doesn't jolt upright, but he does look slightly embarrassed as he remembers something.] ...Should I go grab Nyx, then? To...well...

[Linhardt seems to consider something for a moment--whether he wants to scoot away, get a little more distance from Hubert, or if he just...doesn't want to sleep at all...he's never really felt at ease without something, but maybe he'll be able to sleep without something to cling to for once.

...He hopes.]

[For a moment he stares, confused. You can probably see the wheels turning as he tries to figure out how those points connect. But eventually he does get it, and it gets a somewhat startled but soft laugh out of him.]

Ah, I... I'm not laughing at you. I just hadn't realized...

[Linhardt needs something to sleep with. It's something he hadn't really considered before, but he does always keep Nyx close to him and takes very good care of her. It makes sense. Sure, it isn't something he really gets, but it's not like sleep is a very rational thing anyway.]

No need. You can borrow my arm, if you'd like.

[It's not a joke, and he holds it out as an offering.]

[At first that gets a pout--Linhardt actually does take his sleeping quite seriously, after all, and he's not sure why Hubert's chuckling at first, but the assurance he's not laughing at him gets him to ease somewhat. Though, Linhardt's still confused, but before he can actually utter the question of what Hubert means, he's...

He's actually offering his arm for Linhardt.

...Oh, gods, that gets a light dusting of pink on his cheeks--mostly in surprise, but...]

You're...certain, of this?

[It's an open invitation. It's an open, warm invitation, and Linhardt takes a couple moments to consider it before he winds up scooting closer to Hubert, taking the man's arm in both of his own and laying against it.]

...You're so very good to me, Hubert. Thank you. [He chuckles.] And you're very warm, too.

Surprisingly, I am alive and I do possess a heart.

[It's teasing, but he settles easily. There's something incredibly nice about having Linhardt this close... It isn't what he should be thinking of, and yet again he finds himself thinking about Linhardt's words. After the war. After the war. They can't afford to consider anything else before then. He can't afford to be distracted by anything or anyone. He must succeed in Her Majesty's name. Everything else is secondary.

But still... A quiet moment like this almost makes him want to put those thoughts aside.]

Get some sleep. I'll wake you if you doze for too long.

Well, yes, I would certainly hope both of those things were true, lest it be awkward...

[Despite the eyeroll and the slightly sarcastic tone Linhardt uses, he laughs, freely and brightly. It's almost enough to make his resolve weaken on those words he said to Hubert, but he knows better. He has to know better. Sure they're around each other quite often, even here, but that has to be that. They can't afford to go back on that; not until the war is done.

...This moment, though...it's still wonderful.]

I shall, then...you sleep well too, won't you...?

[Linhardt starts to nod off surprisingly easily, at that. His face presses up against Hubert's arm, and it's the warmest he's felt in a long time while trying to fall asleep. It's paradise, really.]

I will.

[He'll try, at least. But for now... Well, for now he's got plenty of time to watch Linhardt without it being weird!! Not like that would stop him anyway, but whatever. It's really nice to have Linhardt so close...

And even though he shouldn't, at some point he'll reach out to gently run a hand through Linhardt's hair, because he just can't resist. He won't do anything more than that and it only lasts for a brief moment, but it's enough to send his heart pounding anyway.

After the war is over. Then he'll tell Linhardt everything he's been dying to say.

(He eventually does end up falling asleep; he doesn't touch Linhardt in his sleep but he has moved closer. Perhaps it's a bit too close for friends, but... well, it's not like either of them are really going to complain, are they?

...And naturally he loses track of time, because it's kind of hard to look out for that when you're asleep with your dear friend.)]

[Sleep eventually does take Linhardt, in the comfort and warmth of his best friend; he unconsciously seems to ease even more when Hubert runs a hand through his hair, and even moves closer himself once they're both asleep and have lost all track of time. It's comfortable; probably the most comfortable sleep that Linhardt himself has had in a very, very long time.

His dreams are nice; he dreams of what he hopes to be the future, in that flower field with Hubert, laying down and holding hands with the man who's stolen his heart.

...He does wake up a little later, puzzled by how a blanket could have possibly got on them both, but he figures that Hubert probably left while Linhardt was in a deep sleep to make sure they were both warm. He winds up falling back asleep easily, though, not really questioning it.

(Needless to say, they're both likely very confused later.)]

[The blanket is absolutely confusing, but he recognizes the pattern and eventually returns it to Her Majesty in secret, with neither of them saying a word about it.

There's plenty to do around the monastery if they are to use it as a base, and as the days pass it seems everyone is nostalgic for the days they spent here at school. Hubert has never cared for reminiscing, but even he can't ignore how wonderful it feels to be back. Sure, the monastery has been mostly abandoned for so long and the battle was unkind to it, but that's why Byleth starts handing out weekly tasks again.

The first week was fine. Hubert and Her Majesty were on stable duty and taking care of the horses, pegasi, and wyverns was no problem. They don't particularly like Hubert, but he's learned enough to be able to handle both as needed. As long as he doesn't have to ride a wyvern, he's fine.

So when he sees his assignment the next week, he feels his heart stop.

In theory, he should be able to ride a wyvern. Byleth taught them well, and while wyverns are more unpredictable and difficult to train than horses, some of the same techniques can be used. Hubert can ride horses. He learned at a young age and his long journeys across the Empire often require him to ride. That isn't a problem.

The problem is that a wyvern is much larger than a horse and does not keep its claws on the ground where they belong.

Hubert's fear of heights is something he goes out of his way to hide. Her Majesty doesn't even know. In the year or so they were at Garreg Mach, he was never once placed on sky patrol, partially due to luck and partially due to switching jobs with the others on the rare occasion he was tasked with it. He's gotten so used to hiding his fear that it never raises questions - even at that dance Ferdinand's father held, he stayed far away from the railing that overlooked the ballroom below, and hung out near the wall where he couldn't see the drop. It's second nature by now.

And suddenly, he's faced with the reality that he really doesn't know how to get himself out of this one.

The obvious thing to do would be to switch jobs with someone else, just as he had done several times during their time in the academy. It isn't nearly as easy as it was then, however; everyone's far more busy now and everyone he can think of that would be willing to switch (and wouldn't rat him out to Byleth or Her Majesty) has their own tasks to attend to this week. There simply isn't any way he can make this happen and make it seem as though he's just too busy to be bothered with this.

Besides, Linhardt has been assigned to this task with him. If he backs out or finds someone to replace him, Linhardt will wonder if this is his fault somehow.

So somehow, Hubert convinces himself that the best thing to do is to crush his fear and do it. That leads him to where he is now, staring down the wyverns while becoming increasingly more aware of how absolutely terrifying the idea of getting on one is. Wyverns are large creatures. Even if he were successful in getting on one's back, he'd be entirely too far off the ground. He'll either become disoriented or dizzy, or worst of all, faint entirely. Wyverns are a bit too wild - even when tamed - to simply carry their rider. It's likely that without proper supervision, it'll just fly off on its own and who knows what would happen to him.

(He'd probably fall off. And that's the most terrifying thought of all.)

Whenever Linhardt heads over to the stables to get started, he'll find Hubert already there, with a stormy expression, his chin resting against his hand as he glares at a wyvern. Even now he's still desperately searching for a way to fix all of this, but... It's not looking good.]

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[Linhardt has to admit that while the weekly tasks help alleviate some of the tedium in the monastery, he hasn't exactly missed being put on tasks he didn't exactly appreciate.

Oh, sure, Linhardt was more than known for swapping around tasks back in their school days--avoiding tasks was easy when people were so particular about what they liked to do, and what they were willing to do. Now, it was harder to avoid the dreaded tasks; Linhardt has never particularly liked working with the animals, but he could at least tolerate it with Marianne or someone with more experience with them. Weeding? More like babysitting Caspar when they were paired together, goddess forbid anyone else. Sky Watch...Linhardt wouldn't say he hated it, necessarily (as much as he suspected it was Byleth attempting to "help" him be more mobile in battle by giving him experience with flying), but he sure as hell didn't like it.

He'd take anything over working with Ferdinand in clearing out rubble, though, and being regaled with so much noble natter that he wanted to shove the esteemed heir of the von Aegir family in a closet and never let him out, to say nothing of the actual, physical labor involved. He's almost thankful to be on Sky Watch again than have to deal with that mess again.

Linhardt does arrive a few minutes later than intended, mostly seeming ready to get this task over with--the sooner they did their scouting, the better, as far as he was concerned, though he was definitely happy to be put on a task with Hubert finally. Of course, that mild mannered happiness comes to a pause when Linhardt sees the stormy look on Hubert's face, and he's not sure what on earth is going on.

Being the ever curious ~~boy~~friend that he is, he walks up to Hubert with a bit of a confused expression.]

Having some troubles, Hubert? [Linhardt looks between the wyvern and Hubert for a moment, as if trying to find out if the damn thing nipped him or something to make him so angry.] These creatures tend to be a rather unruly sort, so I wouldn't be surprised...

[He doesn't make to move any closer, not getting started on the task--he's definitely tilting his head a bit, though.]

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...Linhardt.

[The greeting comes a bit late, while he's still trying to work out some way to avoid being placed on this task. Currently, he's trying to figure out whether he could survive a wyvern bite to the arm just to get himself removed from the task. Sure, Linhardt would worry, but he would hear him so he probably wouldn't lose the use of his arm...]

Ah, it's...

[Nothing? But if it's nothing then they'll have to go about this, and he's still not entirely sure he wants the wyvern to take a bite out of his arm to end this. Hmm.]

How are you doing, Linhardt?

[...That is not going to help, is it. But he's certainly trying it anyway!!]

[The pause is definitely noticeable, at the very least--Linhardt's honestly not sure what to think of it, since Hubert's acting pretty strange, but...]

Well, I'm doing alright. I can't say I'm looking most forward to dealing with the wyverns, but this night could be going a lot worse.

[...It's a bit blunt, but even Linhardt seems unsure for a moment before broaching the obvious question in the room.]

...And what of yourself, Hubert? You look like you would much rather be anywhere but here, I must say. You're certainly not yourself tonight.

[That's. A little better, at least. Linhardt's look is more contemplative than anything, but he's trying.]

[He spares a glance at the wyvern when Linhardt mentions them and his expression darkens again. He's tugged out of his thoughts when Linhardt asks him that and he looks back.]

I... had some other tasks to attend to, and I would have preferred to be doing that.

[It's not the truth; he's actually free tonight. But the truth is something he can't admit - not to anyone, and especially not Linhardt. Just imagine what Linhardt would think if he knew the truth...]

[Linhardt looks closely at Hubert's face while he says that, as if trying to find some of his tells--he does seem to be a little less convincing than usual...]

You aren't the only one, I assure you.

[Hmm...Linhardt's expression seems to be openly observing, if perhaps a bit scrutinizing.]

If there is something bothering you, you are free to let me know. But we should at least try to get this over with, should we not?

[...Letting a wyvern bite him would absolutely be better than admitting this to Linhardt.]

Ah, right. Of course.

[He'll move to the saddles, pretending to examine them while internally screaming. There is absolutely no way he can do this, but there's no way he can tell Linhardt that something's wrong either. As much as letting a wyvern bite him is sounding more appealing, he can't really say it's a practical way to get out of this. The potential downsides are far too extreme. If he loses use of his arm... Well, it isn't a risk he can take as Her Majesty's right hand.

So in the end, the best thing to do is to just fess up.

...But how is he supposed to do that to Linhardt? He'd almost prefer to admit this to anyone else. Including Her Majesty.

He'll just be over here glaring at the saddles while he tries to work this out, surely this is fine.]

[...Alright then, this is already going smoothly. Linhardt winds up sighing with some annoyance. Well, this will clearly go fine. Linhardt's going to go get a saddle for himself, then, seeming to pick one out rather easily. Sometimes being friends with someone who has experience with animals has it's perks...

But of course, Linhardt sees the glare in Hubert's expression, and it's finally starting to bother him a bit. What the hell is going on here?]

Hubert. You're glaring at these saddles like they've personally wronged you; it's rather concerning. [To his credit he does sound somewhat concerned, but really, who wouldn't be?] ...Do you need some advice for what to pick out?

[Let's. Let's start here.]

[The sigh he lets out is entirely too frustrated, but he isn't able to temper it before it happens.]

No, it's fine.

[He reaches out for one, only to find his hands are shaking to the point where actually carrying the damn thing would be too much of a hassle. Is he really that scared of just trying?

...Yes, yes he absolutely is.]

I know how to ride a wyvern in theory. I've never done it before.

[It's curt and tense, and certainly not the actual problem, but it's a start? Kind of??]

[Lin's about to say something to that first bit, but he's absolutely watching Hubert's hand shake as he tries to pick out a saddle. At the very least, what Hubert says next helps connect some of the dots in Linhardt's mind, and he smiles a bit.]

Oh, is that it? [...Linhardt makes it sound so simple, but admittedly, he does not have all of the context.] Well, I can try to give you some of the advice Marianne gave me, when I got stuck on this with her. It was quite a nerve wracking experience, the first time around...

But she stressed this to me, first and foremost; the wyvern must be comfortable around you, and you must be comfortable around them. That includes picking out a saddle that doesn't cause them any irritation--like this one. [He points out one for Hubert to take.] ...Would you like some assistance, for your maiden voyage? I can't say I'm an expert at dealing with these creatures, but...

[...bless linny's heart, he thinks hubert's scared of the wyverns themselves...]

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[...Linhardt, he loves you dearly, but you are not making this any easier.

He finds himself going to pick up the saddle before Linhardt's even done speaking, like he can actually do this. Like he can actually put this saddle on a beast and get up there somehow and then guide the thing through the air. The thought is so utterly ridiculous it makes his head spin.

Or maybe that's just the fear. It's probably just the fear.]

No, I...

[He doesn't need assistance, he just cannot do this and there's no way to express that to Linhardt without getting to the actual problem itself. A fear of wyverns is acceptable, they're terrifying beasts. A fear of heights... It's inexcusable.

His hands are still shaking and he drops them from the saddle and takes a step back with a sharp inhale.]

I can't do this. I... I will inform the professor that I...

[How is he supposed to tell Byleth about his fear? Those bright green eyes stare straight through him, Byleth's more terrifying than he could ever hope to be. There's no way. There's simply no way he can do any of this.]

[...Oh. Linhardt's not sure what's got Hubert so worked up all of a sudden, but he's...okay, he's kind of realizing that there's something way more wrong here. Linhardt isn't sure what on earth is gripping Hubert so, but it's clear he isn't doing something right, and that vexes Linhardt a lot more than he wants to admit because he needs to do something. He wants to do something--]

Hubert--!

[Linhardt clearly isn't sure what to do--he's never really had to be a source of empathy before, but...

Hubert's done so much for him. Linhardt at least wants to try for him, and as much as part of Linhardt's distress is at his own confusion in regards to what to do, he is absolutely worried about Hubert.

He's going to try to put a hand on Hubert's shoulder, in at least some attempt to ground him in reality. Maybe it'll help.]

...I'm willing to back you up when you speak with the professor, if that's what you need, Hubert. I don't know what's causing you so much distress, but...

[Linhardt would love to get to the bottom of this, really, he would. But this has managed to hit him directly in his weirdly functioning feelings, and he wants Hubert to feel safe.

...No, more than anything, he wants Hubert to trust him.]

[He flinches when Linhardt touches him, though he doesn't pull away and does his best to settle into it after a moment.]

It isn't... I don't wish to trouble you with this, that is all.

[That's not it at all. He knows that's not it, and yet he can't bring himself to explain further. Does he really believe Linhardt will look on it so poorly?

...No, he doesn't. Linhardt is not the sort to find a fear like that something to be abhorrent. Perhaps he'd find it silly were it anyone else, but here he is trying to help, and Hubert can't even let down those walls and explain the problem.

Why does he have such a hard time trusting someone he knows cares so deeply for him?

He sighs, frustrated, and raises a hand to his chin.]

I'm embarrassed to speak of it. I've managed this long without anyone finding out.

[It's okay. It's fine. He can trust Linhardt with it. He's much more trustworthy than the professor who appeared out of nowhere, right? So why is he trying to run from Linhardt yet again?]

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