Gods, this man. Caleb feels that familiar flutter in his chest at the first glimpse of his golden eyes and the curl of his lips from under the pillow. That nervous-excited feeling grows enough to render him speechless for a long few moments as he recognizes that all the warmth and affection there is directed at him. When Yussa thanks him, he can only nod, holding his gaze and hoping that will suffice.
Thankfully he's able to breathe again by the time Yussa is finished Sending to Wensforth, and he laughs softly too when he shares the goblin's response. "He has been getting cheeky lately," he observes with amusement.
Perhaps it was too soon to say about being able to breathe, though. He just can't contend with the tenderness of this.
"Ja, I'm good," he manages, absolutely certain that he must look almost as ridiculously smitten as he feels. "Glad you are feeling more like yourself again. Not that I did not enjoy myself thoroughly, but..." A pale shoulder bobs in a half shrug. "I prefer when you want me out of desire, not necessity."
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Thankfully he's able to breathe again by the time Yussa is finished Sending to Wensforth, and he laughs softly too when he shares the goblin's response. "He has been getting cheeky lately," he observes with amusement.
Perhaps it was too soon to say about being able to breathe, though. He just can't contend with the tenderness of this.
"Ja, I'm good," he manages, absolutely certain that he must look almost as ridiculously smitten as he feels. "Glad you are feeling more like yourself again. Not that I did not enjoy myself thoroughly, but..." A pale shoulder bobs in a half shrug. "I prefer when you want me out of desire, not necessity."