Are you still at the Sanctuary? I'm- where are you?
[His voice is a little shaky, but it's clearly more from being a bit overwhelmed.
He still hasn't moved from where he sat down to slowly read the letter, fingers tracing the letters. Very carefully unwrapping everything, touching the jacket and the sweaters- but then there was that need to see Anders, to talk to him, even misty-eyed.]
[Fran offers an easy sort of agreement, glad that he's still here. Not that he wouldn't have gone to see him, but he was overwhelmed and it was easier. While he waits for Anders, he can't stop touching the things Anders gave him- the letter, the sweaters, all of it. There's an uncertainty, an awe to it, but also.. he trusts Anders.
He nods at the question, still a little bit misty as he looks up at him, a little flushed and bright-eyed.]
I love-- Yes. Everything. I've never... It's been a long time since anyone got me a present. And it's all so--
[He smiles a little bit awkwardly, clearly a lot of feelings behind the words. And Francis has a bit of that awed look of Christmas morning or the like.]
Exactly. No one's ever really... [He trails off there as Ander's leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead, just leaning into the contact for a moment as he looks up at him. Earnest blue eyes and his face just a touch flushed, still overwhelmed.]
I- thank you. Really.
[A slight pause, reaching out just to brush a faint touch against the other man. That way that sometimes touch is easier than trying to say what he feels. But then his lips curl into a slight frown, and he tilts his head a little.]
['No one's ever really' sticks out to him for the same reason the rest of his reaction had and leaves Anders only more certain in having included Fran in his Satinalia list. Not that it had really been a question, but he could remember the first time he'd gotten Satinalia presents and just how pleasantly jarring it had been.
And how he'd nearly forgotten the holiday completely and had been left in the same position Fran was in now as he frowns up at the healer. His smile doesn't falter as he shrugs.]
It isn't a holiday for you, I don't expect anything from you. I'm not expecting anything in particular from you even if it is a holiday, I chose to get you presents, there doesn't need for any quid pro quo to it.
To be fair, we didn't have a lot of holidays. Chrismas was the only one that really stuck.
[He bites his lip a little, hums with a sigh as he tries to work through what he wants to say here. He's so overwhelmed though, that it's find the words, to figure out exactly what it is that he wants to say. So it takes him a moment, just looking at Anders with trembling lips.]
It's not- it's not about quid pro quo- [He doesn't quite know the meaning of the phrase, but he's sharp enough to put it together from context. He tucks a few strands of blonde hair back behind one of his ears as he looks up at Anders, a warmth to his smile.]
I just, wish I could do something nice for you too. That's all.
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[His voice is a little shaky, but it's clearly more from being a bit overwhelmed.
He still hasn't moved from where he sat down to slowly read the letter, fingers tracing the letters. Very carefully unwrapping everything, touching the jacket and the sweaters- but then there was that need to see Anders, to talk to him, even misty-eyed.]
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[He hadn't meant to still be around, but he needed to transplant on of the fadestalks, it had taken longer than he meant.
He's out of the garden in the span of minutes. When he approaches Fran, it's with a gentle smile.]
Do you like them?
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He nods at the question, still a little bit misty as he looks up at him, a little flushed and bright-eyed.]
I love-- Yes. Everything. I've never... It's been a long time since anyone got me a present. And it's all so--
[He smiles a little bit awkwardly, clearly a lot of feelings behind the words. And Francis has a bit of that awed look of Christmas morning or the like.]
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You deserve it. You deserve whatever presents you get when they're from people who value your friendship.
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I- thank you. Really.
[A slight pause, reaching out just to brush a faint touch against the other man. That way that sometimes touch is easier than trying to say what he feels. But then his lips curl into a slight frown, and he tilts his head a little.]
..But I don't have anything for you.
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And how he'd nearly forgotten the holiday completely and had been left in the same position Fran was in now as he frowns up at the healer. His smile doesn't falter as he shrugs.]
It isn't a holiday for you, I don't expect anything from you. I'm not expecting anything in particular from you even if it is a holiday, I chose to get you presents, there doesn't need for any quid pro quo to it.
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[He bites his lip a little, hums with a sigh as he tries to work through what he wants to say here. He's so overwhelmed though, that it's find the words, to figure out exactly what it is that he wants to say. So it takes him a moment, just looking at Anders with trembling lips.]
It's not- it's not about quid pro quo- [He doesn't quite know the meaning of the phrase, but he's sharp enough to put it together from context. He tucks a few strands of blonde hair back behind one of his ears as he looks up at Anders, a warmth to his smile.]
I just, wish I could do something nice for you too. That's all.