( that's almost what he's afraid of; feeling the warmth of the sun. it's so stupid and he knows it is, but guilt eats away at him. the sun is a luxury, even if it is fake. it just doesn't seem fair. he never thought he was one for having hangups, and yet here he is, not wanting to take that first step into something he doesn't even deserve.
he watches her enjoy it, taking in the moment, and he can't help but frown a little. how easy she makes it look. yet how heavy his heart feels.
but, there's really nothing that insists he walk away. after all, who is he to deny a request? (well, he's gladio and he sometimes does do that, but whatever.) so, he sighs softly and shrugs a little before edging carefully inside. guilt weighs heavily on him but he does his best to brush it aside. )
No, suppose not. What kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?
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he watches her enjoy it, taking in the moment, and he can't help but frown a little. how easy she makes it look. yet how heavy his heart feels.
but, there's really nothing that insists he walk away. after all, who is he to deny a request? (well, he's gladio and he sometimes does do that, but whatever.) so, he sighs softly and shrugs a little before edging carefully inside. guilt weighs heavily on him but he does his best to brush it aside. )
No, suppose not. What kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?