That parting comment keeps Caleb smiling the entire time he's washing up. When he returns to find that Yussa has chosen an outfit for him that actually coordinates rather nicely with his own, he leans down to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, schatz," he murmurs. "This is perfect."
The clothing itself isn't anything special; dark breeches, one of his nicer shirts with a vest over it. It's the sort of thing he might wear to work. But the colors and traditionally Zemnian details tie him to what Yussa is wearing. It means they will be seen as a pair. Together. And Yussa wants to give that impression. Why else would he have chosen what he had?
Caleb has never been happier to get dressed.
"Is there anywhere special you would like to go?" he asks as they come down the stairs together, finally ready to leave. It isn't yet noon, so they've still managed to make good time. "Or are you content to let me take you to all of the places that I like?" His eyes are warm and bright, and he has the great and terrible thought that perhaps he'll offer his hand as they walk today, if he can muster that much courage.
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The clothing itself isn't anything special; dark breeches, one of his nicer shirts with a vest over it. It's the sort of thing he might wear to work. But the colors and traditionally Zemnian details tie him to what Yussa is wearing. It means they will be seen as a pair. Together. And Yussa wants to give that impression. Why else would he have chosen what he had?
Caleb has never been happier to get dressed.
"Is there anywhere special you would like to go?" he asks as they come down the stairs together, finally ready to leave. It isn't yet noon, so they've still managed to make good time. "Or are you content to let me take you to all of the places that I like?" His eyes are warm and bright, and he has the great and terrible thought that perhaps he'll offer his hand as they walk today, if he can muster that much courage.