[Unsurprisingly, Hubert enters first just to ensure it's safe. He motions for Linhardt to follow him soon enough, and ends up taking up a space near the window where he can look out. It's not exactly a great place to keep an eye on everything, but it'll work well enough for now.
Not that this really addresses the much larger problem of all the things they aren't saying but... that's not something he really wants to bring up right now. Linhardt's likely to doze off as soon as he's settled in, and considering the injury he sustained earlier, it would likely be for the best. It certainly isn't because Hubert's avoiding the topic!!]
I'll wake you should the others pass by here.
[Or if we're attacked by bandits or something, but that seems unlikely all the way out here.]
[It's a good thing Hubert decides to take the lead here; Linhardt absolutely would've just straight up bumblefucked into whatever traps were laid here if there were any, but thankfully we don't have to deal with that today!!
Either way, Linhardt will be taking up some real estate on the floor here--taking off his old, torn jacket and folding it up to use as a makeshift pillow. It's certainly not because he's playing avoidant either, not at all, he'll totally be able to sleep and ignore the fact that it feels like his stomach is fluttering, and...
Well, Linhardt turns to look at Hubert when he speaks up, a little surprised.]
...I'm surprised you're not chiding me. Nor asking me to serve as a secondary lookout. [...Linhardt of course has to look away because staring at Hubert is hard, but Linhardt will take a moment to get himself situated. Lay down on his back and keep his gaze at the ceiling.] Is everything alright, Hubert?
[Is everything alright? Of course it isn't. But bringing that up now seems... stupid, really. He had his chance and he missed it. There isn't any point in thinking about it, and certainly no point in focusing on it now. Linhardt seems to have moved on well enough; why can't he?]
You should rest, considering you were hurt in that fight. I can keep watch for both of us well enough.
[All very true, and he doesn't need to add that he doubts they'll be attacked here and now.
As for the question... Well, there's no real need to answer that either, is there?]
You know, you were injured as well--far worse than I was, and I don't see you resting. I could very well keep a lookout, if needed.
[It's a bit of a pedantic statement and kind of missing the fact that Hubert at least got healed, and it's one that sees Linhardt at least look at Hubert. He doesn't like thinking about this; he wants to avoid it forever, he just wants to move on, and yet--]
You didn't answer my question, Hubert.
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I wouldn't be able to rest even if you hadn't healed me.
[They're lost in unfamiliar territory where they could be attacked; Hubert has a hard time resting to begin with, of course he wouldn't be able to manage it here and now.]
You haven't been healed, however, so you should rest.
[...Linhardt realistically can't argue with that, if he's going to be honest. It's legitimate advice; Linhardt might not be in too much pain after that injury, but it's certainly going to leave a bruise. And it will make him inevitably more useless than Hubert at this, and...]
...I suppose I cannot argue that point, but why do you continue to avoid my question?
[Linhardt's voice is a little smaller at that, gaze going to the ground. Trying to address this nonsense is...honestly, it's too much, and he doesn't want to, but...well, he is honestly concerned. And maybe deep down, he does want to work through it, or at least go back to the way things were before Linhardt decided to do that experiment.
The fact of the matter is that he just doesn't know how to, really, and if Hubert's avoiding it so much...did he...?]
...I would at least like to apologize, if I am the cause of things...well, not being okay.
[...Ah. So they're actually going to talk about it. Truthfully, he was hoping Linhardt would continue to avoid it and that they'd be found soon so they could return to the new normal; it may not be satisfying, but it's easy. It's so simple just to go back to how things were and not address any part of this - his feelings, Linhardt's, or whatever may come next.
But Linhardt's brought it up, and he doesn't exactly have any easy way to get out of talking about it. He could clam up and refuse to speak, but it's the apology that gets him to glance over. His expression betrays nothing and for a long moment he just watches Linhardt, like he's looking for... something. An indication that this is real, maybe.]
...I'm not angry with you for anything that happened that day.
[It's a simple start, but it's best to begin there. It's important Linhardt know that, if nothing else.]
[Linhardt finds himself glancing away when Hubert stares for that long moment. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything; maybe they'd both gotten so comfortably numbed by this that maybe it's for the best that things ended up like that. It's not like Linhardt knows how to address everything that happened there, how the experiment certainly failed, how much he genuinely wanted to kiss Hubert (just to see what it was like, he thinks, but is that the truth? he doesn't know), and--
Hubert's words get Linhardt to glance back, mouth agape for a moment as he props himself up. That's...]
You aren't?
[...He appreciates the clarification there, at least.]
I thought...well, I genuinely thought I may have angered you, by springing that onto you. [...] I appreciate knowing that much.
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I was surprised and I didn't know how to react. But I wasn't angry then, and I'm not angry now.
[It's complicated, and the more he considers it, the more he wonders if he should just stop here. Leave it at this, and see if things will go back to the way they were before all this. That would be for the best, wouldn't it? They'd be back on friendly terms again and there would be no risk of saying something he'd regret.
...But isn't the problem that he didn't act last time?]
Why did you... decide to kiss me?
[Is it unfair to ask that question? Maybe, but he wants to know what Linhardt's reasoning was. Maybe that will give him an idea of how to handle this. Maybe it'll give him the courage to proceed this time.]
[That's...actually good to know, if Linhardt's being honest. He'd honestly been convinced that he screwed everything up and put his curiosity over basic decency, and it actually helps Linhardt ease just a bit. Maybe getting that much cleared up will be enough.
But of course it isn't, because Hubert asks him the question that Linhardt's only truly narrowed down the answer to in recent times. It is a little unfair, really, but...well, was Linhardt being fair either, when he kissed Hubert? He...]
...I was quite confused, as this experiment went on. [It's not an easy admittance.] I understand that certain actions that we performed could have certain effects on the both of us, but the more time went on, the more I wound up puzzled by what was happening to me. It felt as if I understood less and less as time went on, and...
[Linhardt rubs the back of his head a bit, glancing away from Hubert and...]
I thought that I would gain a greater understanding, through doing so, of...how I felt. [...] But I suppose that the simplest answer of all, is that I wanted to kiss you. Because I thought it would be nice to do so, and at the time...it felt right.
In the end, it...truly, it made me even more confused.
[...this dumb motherfucker still hasn't realized it.]
[Linhardt's explanation makes sense; Hubert would be lying if he said he didn't feel similarly, after all. This experiment drew them closer together, and it's only natural that they ended up a bit confused about where the line between fiction and reality was. It isn't really a surprise that that's what led to the kiss and why Linhardt wanted to, but it sounds like...]
I believe I understand. I wasn't sure how to react because I didn't know how to feel about it, but truthfully... it's been on my mind frequently since then.
[Admitting even that is difficult, but it's a start.]
[Linhardt's gaze flicks over to Hubert after he says that much, tilting his head just a bit. It does sound like this is hard for Hubert, at least, but knowing that's been on his mind is...]
...How so, if I may ask? It has been on mine as well, but...well, consider me curious.
[...well, we're starting with the bluntest question ever, good job linhardt.]
[It's only fair for him to go first, though he'd greatly prefer to press Linhardt for answers...]
I've felt... bad about my reaction. I didn't mean to upset you; I simply wasn't sure how to react - or even how I felt about it at the time.
[Saying it now, it makes it obvious that he should have at least established this much with Linhardt before now instead of leaving him lost in his own thoughts and interpretation of Hubert's reaction for a damn month.]
...My apologies for that. I... didn't dislike it, anyway.
[................hubert did you even fucking try.]
[Ah, that's...Linhardt look away after Hubert says that, and winds up shaking his head.]
...I understand. It did hurt just a touch, but I also felt that I...greatly overstepped, at the time. It sounds like such a gesture only managed to confuse the both of us.
[Hubert's apology is certainly noted, but it's those last words that make Linhardt pause a bit. Eyes a little wide, flush growing on his cheeks as it...kind of hits, and--well, excuse him while he shuts his eyes and just. Takes a moment.]
[That question is so blunt, so much that Hubert ends up looking away. He stares out the window, though truthfully, he's not really seeing it at all. He doesn't want to answer that question at all, but they've already come this far. A little more embarrassment won't hurt, right?]
...I...
[It's quiet, almost too quiet. He exhales and forces himself to look back at Linhardt.]
[there are a great many things hubert deserves. pretty sure this is not even close to one of them.
Linhardt's still not looking over in Hubert's direction, and ah, there's that pounding again. Is it his head, is it his heart? At this point it feels like both of them are pounding in complete sync, and Linhardt's face is getting redder and redder. Alright, they've come this far. Hubert didn't dislike it, at least, and there's this weird flood of feelings going through him again and--
...There's really only one answer to what's plaguing him at this point, isn't there? Linhardt just kind of sighs, chancing a look at Hubert and...]
Well. That much is good to know. I...do believe I did too, despite everything.
[...What does he say now. There's something he could say, certainly, but they're both kind of. Dying of embarrassment here, aren't they. Linhardt's hands find his face, just kind of burying it in them for a moment.]
...Forgive me, this is quite overwhelming. I imagine it must be for you as well, yes...?
[It likely isn't a surprise that he's quick to turn, staring out the window while not actually seeing anything happening out there at all; though most of his face isn't visible due to his hairstyle, it's obvious he's bright pink as well. He's flushed all the way to his ears which is something he wasn't aware he could do but here we are now anyway.]
It... is, yes. But...
[He manages to kind of look in Linhardt's direction before nope, his attention returns to the window.]
I think it is for the best. There was... far too much left unsaid between us.
[Broaching the topic, no matter how difficult, is ultimately better than leaving it like that. Right?]
...I cannot say that I disagree with that. I haven't really the words to describe it, but...
[Linhardt's just. Gonna try to get his face out of his hands. This is fine? This is...well, okay, not even close to fine but it's. Something alright.]
It did feel as if there was tension growing between us. As the experiment wore on more. It likely would have kept building and building, until something worse happened...
[Linhardt considers for a moment; he starts to get up, looking at Hubert with a tilted head.]
...It was still very...rude of me, to spring such a thing on you. [But...] So...I suppose this time I will ask. Would you perhaps mind too terribly, if we tried again?
[Beat.]
Maybe not here. Unless you wish to, of course. But...I do not know. You're the only person I've really grown to want to kiss, really.
[...linhardt is still not good at this, but he's being blunt? he's. trying, hubert you don't deserve this mess.]
[Something worse... Yes, he can imagine plenty of situations where things could have escalated beyond their control, and it could have ended in a way that made things between them irreconcilable. Things could have been much worse - a month of awkwardness isn't all that bad at all, really.
Linhardt's blunt and straightforward with his request, and it takes a lot more effort than it should to keep his gaze on Linhardt instead of turning back to the window.
You're the only person I've really grown to want to kiss, really.
That makes his heart beat faster and his gaze darts for a moment.]
I... feel the same way. I've thought about what it might be like to... to have the chance to return that kiss. I would be unopposed to trying again, even here.
Linhardt's gaze goes back to Hubert when he speaks up, and in a way, he feels...strangely dizzy, but in a good way. Hubert's truly wanted a chance to return that kiss for so long? Maybe it's bold to think that Linhardt is the only person Hubert has ever wanted to kiss, but in a way, it's nice to know. The knowledge that Hubert's unopposed, and that he truly wants to do this again.
It takes Linhardt a moment. To gather his bearings a bit, to get himself up off of where he was comfortably sitting, and walk closer to Hubert so he can stand nearby. The smile on his face is small, sheepish almost, but...]
...If that is the case, then you'll find me unopposed. I admit, now you've made me curious as to how you'll return it.
[Linhardt offers Hubert a hand; an open invitation.]
[Linhardt approaches and offers his hand, and it occurs to Hubert that this is really happening. There isn't any going back from this - but there's no way he'd ever want to go back either. They were able to talk this through and now...
And now he has the chance to kiss Linhardt like he's been dreaming of and he knows if he stops and thinks about it, he'll talk himself out of it. He'll hesitate or convince himself he shouldn't. So he can't allow himself to do that - he's learned he needs to seize the opportunity while he has the time.
Hubert takes Linhardt's hand in one of his, tentatively at first as he steps closer. His free hand moves up to hover near Linhardt's face.]
...Yes.
[It's a quiet, breathless agreement and he guides Linhardt's chin up to finally, finally return that kiss. He doesn't really know how to kiss, but it's gentle and shy nonetheless.]
[Linhardt's heart pounds as Hubert takes his invitation. It's happening--it's really happening, and neither of them have to run this time. They've managed to talk this through, and they know where the other stands. This is what they want, and as Hubert steps closer, Linhardt's look becomes a very soft sort of smile. The sheepishness fades into something practically adoring; nothing saccharine like he did for their act, but something decidedly softer.
And when Hubert guides his chin up, so gallantly his head notes, Linhardt goes easily, and his eyes fall shut in content just before Hubert's lips meet his own. It's strange, really, how the beating of his head and heart both have gone down to a dull roar, but it feels right. Everything about this does, and Linhardt kisses Hubert back just as gently.
Linhardt's not exactly experienced with this either, so his own kissing is perhaps a touch shy--really, for all of his research, his own experience with kissing was basically "it's just a cheek kiss, but on one's lips", and that didn't prepare him for any of this. But Linhardt laces his fingers with Hubert's as they kiss, and if Hubert isn't adverse--well, his own hand comes up to gently cup Hubert's cheek and really, he couldn't ask for more. This is a moment for the two of them, and it's perfect as can be.]
[He isn't opposed, certainly; Hubert leans into the touch and tightens his grip on Linhardt's hand where their fingers are laced like he's afraid Linhardt will let go. Like he's afraid Linhardt will run again. There's no reason for that, certainly - they've properly expressed themselves and explained what happened and why - but the fear is there anyway.
Because truthfully, he's enjoying this. Neither of them may know how to kiss properly, but it's nice and it's comforting and it's exactly what he wanted - and exactly what he's been trying to tell himself wouldn't and couldn't happen. He doesn't want to let this moment go, because in some ways, he doesn't want to know what will happen afterwards.
But regrettably, Hubert does have to breathe, so he does eventually pull back from the kiss to catch his breath. He doesn't let go of Linhardt's hand or pull away from where he's moved to cup Linhardt's cheek, but his gaze darts and his blush deepens.]
...Thank you.
[...that's probably not what you're supposed to say after kissing someone??]
[It's certainly a little regrettable when they have to actually pull away here, but being close to Hubert like this is still a treat. Linhardt hasn't made any move to move his hand or move away from him, either, but his eyes do open and he sees just how flushed Hubert is and how his gaze darts, and...]
What are you thanking me for? Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?
[It gets Linhardt to laugh, as if he probably wouldn't have said something similar. Because let's be honest, he's eternally going to be bad at this as well, if they even go...
...Mm, no, not gonna think about the forward right now. Linhardt's own gaze darts briefly before going back to Hubert's face, chuckling.]
...If I'd known you had this much of a cute side to you, I would have tried sooner.
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[Unsurprisingly, Hubert enters first just to ensure it's safe. He motions for Linhardt to follow him soon enough, and ends up taking up a space near the window where he can look out. It's not exactly a great place to keep an eye on everything, but it'll work well enough for now.
Not that this really addresses the much larger problem of all the things they aren't saying but... that's not something he really wants to bring up right now. Linhardt's likely to doze off as soon as he's settled in, and considering the injury he sustained earlier, it would likely be for the best. It certainly isn't because Hubert's avoiding the topic!!]
I'll wake you should the others pass by here.
[Or if we're attacked by bandits or something, but that seems unlikely all the way out here.]
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Either way, Linhardt will be taking up some real estate on the floor here--taking off his old, torn jacket and folding it up to use as a makeshift pillow. It's certainly not because he's playing avoidant either, not at all, he'll totally be able to sleep and ignore the fact that it feels like his stomach is fluttering, and...
Well, Linhardt turns to look at Hubert when he speaks up, a little surprised.]
...I'm surprised you're not chiding me. Nor asking me to serve as a secondary lookout. [...Linhardt of course has to look away because staring at Hubert is hard, but Linhardt will take a moment to get himself situated. Lay down on his back and keep his gaze at the ceiling.] Is everything alright, Hubert?
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You should rest, considering you were hurt in that fight. I can keep watch for both of us well enough.
[All very true, and he doesn't need to add that he doubts they'll be attacked here and now.
As for the question... Well, there's no real need to answer that either, is there?]
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[It's a bit of a pedantic statement and kind of missing the fact that Hubert at least got healed, and it's one that sees Linhardt at least look at Hubert. He doesn't like thinking about this; he wants to avoid it forever, he just wants to move on, and yet--]
You didn't answer my question, Hubert.
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[They're lost in unfamiliar territory where they could be attacked; Hubert has a hard time resting to begin with, of course he wouldn't be able to manage it here and now.]
You haven't been healed, however, so you should rest.
[And stop pestering him with that question!!!]
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...I suppose I cannot argue that point, but why do you continue to avoid my question?
[Linhardt's voice is a little smaller at that, gaze going to the ground. Trying to address this nonsense is...honestly, it's too much, and he doesn't want to, but...well, he is honestly concerned. And maybe deep down, he does want to work through it, or at least go back to the way things were before Linhardt decided to do that experiment.
The fact of the matter is that he just doesn't know how to, really, and if Hubert's avoiding it so much...did he...?]
...I would at least like to apologize, if I am the cause of things...well, not being okay.
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But Linhardt's brought it up, and he doesn't exactly have any easy way to get out of talking about it. He could clam up and refuse to speak, but it's the apology that gets him to glance over. His expression betrays nothing and for a long moment he just watches Linhardt, like he's looking for... something. An indication that this is real, maybe.]
...I'm not angry with you for anything that happened that day.
[It's a simple start, but it's best to begin there. It's important Linhardt know that, if nothing else.]
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Hubert's words get Linhardt to glance back, mouth agape for a moment as he props himself up. That's...]
You aren't?
[...He appreciates the clarification there, at least.]
I thought...well, I genuinely thought I may have angered you, by springing that onto you. [...] I appreciate knowing that much.
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[It's complicated, and the more he considers it, the more he wonders if he should just stop here. Leave it at this, and see if things will go back to the way they were before all this. That would be for the best, wouldn't it? They'd be back on friendly terms again and there would be no risk of saying something he'd regret.
...But isn't the problem that he didn't act last time?]
Why did you... decide to kiss me?
[Is it unfair to ask that question? Maybe, but he wants to know what Linhardt's reasoning was. Maybe that will give him an idea of how to handle this. Maybe it'll give him the courage to proceed this time.]
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But of course it isn't, because Hubert asks him the question that Linhardt's only truly narrowed down the answer to in recent times. It is a little unfair, really, but...well, was Linhardt being fair either, when he kissed Hubert? He...]
...I was quite confused, as this experiment went on. [It's not an easy admittance.] I understand that certain actions that we performed could have certain effects on the both of us, but the more time went on, the more I wound up puzzled by what was happening to me. It felt as if I understood less and less as time went on, and...
[Linhardt rubs the back of his head a bit, glancing away from Hubert and...]
I thought that I would gain a greater understanding, through doing so, of...how I felt. [...] But I suppose that the simplest answer of all, is that I wanted to kiss you. Because I thought it would be nice to do so, and at the time...it felt right.
In the end, it...truly, it made me even more confused.
[...this dumb motherfucker still hasn't realized it.]
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I believe I understand. I wasn't sure how to react because I didn't know how to feel about it, but truthfully... it's been on my mind frequently since then.
[Admitting even that is difficult, but it's a start.]
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...How so, if I may ask? It has been on mine as well, but...well, consider me curious.
[...well, we're starting with the bluntest question ever, good job linhardt.]
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I've felt... bad about my reaction. I didn't mean to upset you; I simply wasn't sure how to react - or even how I felt about it at the time.
[Saying it now, it makes it obvious that he should have at least established this much with Linhardt before now instead of leaving him lost in his own thoughts and interpretation of Hubert's reaction for a damn month.]
...My apologies for that. I... didn't dislike it, anyway.
[................hubert did you even fucking try.]
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...I understand. It did hurt just a touch, but I also felt that I...greatly overstepped, at the time. It sounds like such a gesture only managed to confuse the both of us.
[Hubert's apology is certainly noted, but it's those last words that make Linhardt pause a bit. Eyes a little wide, flush growing on his cheeks as it...kind of hits, and--well, excuse him while he shuts his eyes and just. Takes a moment.]
...Did you by any chance...well, like it, at all?
[LINHARDT]
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...I...
[It's quiet, almost too quiet. He exhales and forces himself to look back at Linhardt.]
I did, yes.
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Linhardt's still not looking over in Hubert's direction, and ah, there's that pounding again. Is it his head, is it his heart? At this point it feels like both of them are pounding in complete sync, and Linhardt's face is getting redder and redder. Alright, they've come this far. Hubert didn't dislike it, at least, and there's this weird flood of feelings going through him again and--
...There's really only one answer to what's plaguing him at this point, isn't there? Linhardt just kind of sighs, chancing a look at Hubert and...]
Well. That much is good to know. I...do believe I did too, despite everything.
[...What does he say now. There's something he could say, certainly, but they're both kind of. Dying of embarrassment here, aren't they. Linhardt's hands find his face, just kind of burying it in them for a moment.]
...Forgive me, this is quite overwhelming. I imagine it must be for you as well, yes...?
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It... is, yes. But...
[He manages to kind of look in Linhardt's direction before nope, his attention returns to the window.]
I think it is for the best. There was... far too much left unsaid between us.
[Broaching the topic, no matter how difficult, is ultimately better than leaving it like that. Right?]
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[Linhardt's just. Gonna try to get his face out of his hands. This is fine? This is...well, okay, not even close to fine but it's. Something alright.]
It did feel as if there was tension growing between us. As the experiment wore on more. It likely would have kept building and building, until something worse happened...
[Linhardt considers for a moment; he starts to get up, looking at Hubert with a tilted head.]
...It was still very...rude of me, to spring such a thing on you. [But...] So...I suppose this time I will ask. Would you perhaps mind too terribly, if we tried again?
[Beat.]
Maybe not here. Unless you wish to, of course. But...I do not know. You're the only person I've really grown to want to kiss, really.
[...linhardt is still not good at this, but he's being blunt? he's. trying, hubert you don't deserve this mess.]
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Linhardt's blunt and straightforward with his request, and it takes a lot more effort than it should to keep his gaze on Linhardt instead of turning back to the window.
You're the only person I've really grown to want to kiss, really.
That makes his heart beat faster and his gaze darts for a moment.]
I... feel the same way. I've thought about what it might be like to... to have the chance to return that kiss. I would be unopposed to trying again, even here.
[...No, that's not right.]
I would... I would like to try again.
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Linhardt's gaze goes back to Hubert when he speaks up, and in a way, he feels...strangely dizzy, but in a good way. Hubert's truly wanted a chance to return that kiss for so long? Maybe it's bold to think that Linhardt is the only person Hubert has ever wanted to kiss, but in a way, it's nice to know. The knowledge that Hubert's unopposed, and that he truly wants to do this again.
It takes Linhardt a moment. To gather his bearings a bit, to get himself up off of where he was comfortably sitting, and walk closer to Hubert so he can stand nearby. The smile on his face is small, sheepish almost, but...]
...If that is the case, then you'll find me unopposed. I admit, now you've made me curious as to how you'll return it.
[Linhardt offers Hubert a hand; an open invitation.]
Will you show me?
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And now he has the chance to kiss Linhardt like he's been dreaming of and he knows if he stops and thinks about it, he'll talk himself out of it. He'll hesitate or convince himself he shouldn't. So he can't allow himself to do that - he's learned he needs to seize the opportunity while he has the time.
Hubert takes Linhardt's hand in one of his, tentatively at first as he steps closer. His free hand moves up to hover near Linhardt's face.]
...Yes.
[It's a quiet, breathless agreement and he guides Linhardt's chin up to finally, finally return that kiss. He doesn't really know how to kiss, but it's gentle and shy nonetheless.]
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And when Hubert guides his chin up, so gallantly his head notes, Linhardt goes easily, and his eyes fall shut in content just before Hubert's lips meet his own. It's strange, really, how the beating of his head and heart both have gone down to a dull roar, but it feels right. Everything about this does, and Linhardt kisses Hubert back just as gently.
Linhardt's not exactly experienced with this either, so his own kissing is perhaps a touch shy--really, for all of his research, his own experience with kissing was basically "it's just a cheek kiss, but on one's lips", and that didn't prepare him for any of this. But Linhardt laces his fingers with Hubert's as they kiss, and if Hubert isn't adverse--well, his own hand comes up to gently cup Hubert's cheek and really, he couldn't ask for more. This is a moment for the two of them, and it's perfect as can be.]
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Because truthfully, he's enjoying this. Neither of them may know how to kiss properly, but it's nice and it's comforting and it's exactly what he wanted - and exactly what he's been trying to tell himself wouldn't and couldn't happen. He doesn't want to let this moment go, because in some ways, he doesn't want to know what will happen afterwards.
But regrettably, Hubert does have to breathe, so he does eventually pull back from the kiss to catch his breath. He doesn't let go of Linhardt's hand or pull away from where he's moved to cup Linhardt's cheek, but his gaze darts and his blush deepens.]
...Thank you.
[...that's probably not what you're supposed to say after kissing someone??]
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What are you thanking me for? Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?
[It gets Linhardt to laugh, as if he probably wouldn't have said something similar. Because let's be honest, he's eternally going to be bad at this as well, if they even go...
...Mm, no, not gonna think about the forward right now. Linhardt's own gaze darts briefly before going back to Hubert's face, chuckling.]
...If I'd known you had this much of a cute side to you, I would have tried sooner.
[LINHARDT]