[He winces a bit to himself, but feels grateful when Cyril seems to just accept it. He really wasn't sure how else to explain something that most definitely sounded crazy.
He had most certainly reached a certain level of acceptance for things he otherwise would have questioned, so he could sympathize with that.
He offered a small smile with hope tinged at it's edges.]
Feels like that to me as well. I...don't want to presume to know anything about you, though. The last time I did that with a friend here, I'm afraid it didn't go very well for either of us. So, instead, I'll start with what feels sort of obvious:
[He gestured to Cyril's arm.] Does your arm still bother you here as well?
[At first, Cyril is a little surprised that's what Anders focuses on, but then he happens to find it very comforting. Anders is still the healer he knows.]
Yes. That's why I'm here. I needed to pick up some ingredients for the balm that helps.
I take it you were helping me in that other place too?
[There's some comfort in that, as terrible as he feels for it since he knows how it pains Cyril, but the familiarity is nice and something he can help with.]
I was. I assume you had a similar arrangement with the version of me who was here before? [At least, he hoped so, he couldn't imagine a version of himself who wouldn't offer to help.] I'd be happy to make that arrangement again. And with the balm, of course.
[His smirk widens into something closer to a smile.]
Well...I suppose there'd be nothing wrong with that. Especially when coming from someone enticing. And my fingers are quite magical, I'm glad their reputation proceeds them.
[A friend, kind, attractive, smart...Cyril had quite a few things in his corner.]
They are, indeed, but I feel as if I like the rest of your body just as much too.
[It's nice and comfortable to flirt with Anders again. He feels stress just melting off his shoulders as he relaxes into it. That even manages to help some of the ache in his arm.]
I'm afraid you've an unfair advantage, I feel like you might have seen more of me than I have of you.
[He and Wolfe had both appreciated Cyril's pretty face in private, but the rest was fodder for imagination. An imagination he had no qualms about letting wander now.]
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He had most certainly reached a certain level of acceptance for things he otherwise would have questioned, so he could sympathize with that.
He offered a small smile with hope tinged at it's edges.]
Feels like that to me as well. I...don't want to presume to know anything about you, though. The last time I did that with a friend here, I'm afraid it didn't go very well for either of us. So, instead, I'll start with what feels sort of obvious:
[He gestured to Cyril's arm.] Does your arm still bother you here as well?
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Yes. That's why I'm here. I needed to pick up some ingredients for the balm that helps.
I take it you were helping me in that other place too?
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I was. I assume you had a similar arrangement with the version of me who was here before? [At least, he hoped so, he couldn't imagine a version of himself who wouldn't offer to help.] I'd be happy to make that arrangement again. And with the balm, of course.
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I would never ask for such services in exchange for my own. Not these particular services, anyway. Others...
[He trailed off with a shrug and a matching smirk.]
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[Cyril replies with a smirk.] Any excuse to experience those magic fingers of yours.
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Well...I suppose there'd be nothing wrong with that. Especially when coming from someone enticing. And my fingers are quite magical, I'm glad their reputation proceeds them.
[A friend, kind, attractive, smart...Cyril had quite a few things in his corner.]
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[It's nice and comfortable to flirt with Anders again. He feels stress just melting off his shoulders as he relaxes into it. That even manages to help some of the ache in his arm.]
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[He and Wolfe had both appreciated Cyril's pretty face in private, but the rest was fodder for imagination. An imagination he had no qualms about letting wander now.]
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I like the sound of that. My place? Perhaps I can see what sort of dinner I can scrape together without burning it.
[He wasn't the worst cook, but considering he'd learned from Bodahn and Leandra, he wasn't the best either.]
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