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[boneofsword]

"Archer here."

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[futhark]

[ Caster makes a sound as his hair is messed fondly by dragon's hand. It feels nice, but hey, you are also ruining his styling! Putting the bangs all over his face again ]

I— don't? [ He responds in turn, putting his hands to use and mess Archer's hair instead ] I don't think you slight me when you offer me company— the hell? Do you really think I don't enjoy having you around?

[boneofsword]

[Archer doesn't really mind Cú messing his bangs, even if affection on their link contains a hint of exasperation.] I mean then, not now. [he clarifies with a bit of awkwardness.] You've been angry after I got protective— and I felt protective not because you may be in danger but because you've been hurt.

[futhark]

[ Ah, they're getting there, they're getting somewhere. Cú leaves Archer's hair in peace, and remains silent for a moment. Cogs of memories rotating, wondering. Trying to find words, really. ]

I know. I knew. [ He says finally. All casual ease, even the memories weight on him ] I wasn't in a good place that time, and couldn't appreciate your gesture. It was what I didn't know I needed, and thus I resisted—

[ He knows his words then hurt Archer. In hindsight, his presence helped, and the simple, caring gesture meant the world to him. But he doesn't regret or finds mistakes in being firm back then. Sometimes there just isn't enough of him, he feels ]

If anything like this comes up again, maybe we could agree for something ahead of time?