[He nods along with that. Yes, Miles, and yes, deeply troubled. But when Romain defends him again, finger right in his face, he grins shyly and glances down, then back up into his eyes.
Which catch his attention with an all new level of focus. He leans forward, reaches in – so gently, not even a real hold, he touches Romain’s cheek. His own eyes are wide and glazed, pretty drunk himself.]
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Which catch his attention with an all new level of focus. He leans forward, reaches in – so gently, not even a real hold, he touches Romain’s cheek. His own eyes are wide and glazed, pretty drunk himself.]
Ils sont bleu.