"Can't say I'm in the habit myself," Myr replies, "but if I'm awake when the courtyard's empty I might as well avail myself. Find somewhere quieter elsewhere and I'll go another bout with you any time you like."
As he thought it might, the high's already begun to fade; thinking of just why he's so often awake when the rest of the Gallows sleeps poisons it further. But it's not so bad he can't maintain his usual cheer, as he reaches out to grab Simon's hand and pull himself to his feet with the other man's help. Acting on something that feels like instinct, he brings the templar's hand to his lips and kisses the back of it in a gesture of spontaneous esteem--
What by Andraste's sainted name do you think you're doing??
Oh, just casually transgressing the boundaries they'd tacitly agreed to abide by as a tenuous, comforting kind of security in an uncertain world.
No big deal.
Thankfully his manners--rudely interrupted as they were for a moment--are well ahead of any stupid thing panic could make him do. He releases Simon's hand like he'd planned that, stepping back and smiling up at the templar. "Thanks," he says, absolutely sincere despite the anxiety suddenly gibbering in the back of his mind. "Didn't realize how much I'd missed that until now."
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As he thought it might, the high's already begun to fade; thinking of just why he's so often awake when the rest of the Gallows sleeps poisons it further. But it's not so bad he can't maintain his usual cheer, as he reaches out to grab Simon's hand and pull himself to his feet with the other man's help. Acting on something that feels like instinct, he brings the templar's hand to his lips and kisses the back of it in a gesture of spontaneous esteem--
What by Andraste's sainted name do you think you're doing??
Oh, just casually transgressing the boundaries they'd tacitly agreed to abide by as a tenuous, comforting kind of security in an uncertain world.
No big deal.
Thankfully his manners--rudely interrupted as they were for a moment--are well ahead of any stupid thing panic could make him do. He releases Simon's hand like he'd planned that, stepping back and smiling up at the templar. "Thanks," he says, absolutely sincere despite the anxiety suddenly gibbering in the back of his mind. "Didn't realize how much I'd missed that until now."