[It's not exactly a satisfying answer, but it isn't the sort of brushing-aside that he used to get, so Mikleo's response is... well, not pleased, but not annoyed or unhappy, either. At worst, a little disappointed, but Sorey's allowed to be unsure of how he feels, he's allowed to keep things to himself for a while. Mikleo himself has done that and gotten away with it. It isn't dangerous to experience uncertainty, so long as it doesn't swallow you up inside. It doesn't feel like that, not this time.]
Alright, [is his eventual answer, his hand shifting just enough to twine Sorey's fingers through his own.] I'll hold you to that.
[He can wait, he won't prod or press. But he won't forget, either.]
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[It's not exactly a satisfying answer, but it isn't the sort of brushing-aside that he used to get, so Mikleo's response is... well, not pleased, but not annoyed or unhappy, either. At worst, a little disappointed, but Sorey's allowed to be unsure of how he feels, he's allowed to keep things to himself for a while. Mikleo himself has done that and gotten away with it. It isn't dangerous to experience uncertainty, so long as it doesn't swallow you up inside. It doesn't feel like that, not this time.]
Alright, [is his eventual answer, his hand shifting just enough to twine Sorey's fingers through his own.] I'll hold you to that.
[He can wait, he won't prod or press. But he won't forget, either.]