Caleb's shoulders lift in a helpless shrug, and he feels his face heating just enough to be noticeable. "It is difficult to say whether the Feywild's nature is making my usual attraction to you more apparent, or if there are lingering effects from what I experienced yesterday. Either way, it is much more manageable."
Either way, Yussa is still hot. That isn't going to magically stop being true. He should probably stop watching him dress and get dressed himself.
A light does turn on in the fog of his brain when Yussa tells him they're here via the Folding Halls. He still might not recall the journey exactly, but there is much more logic in the two of them exploring a chamber in the Happy Fun Ball than making an excursion to the true Feywild alone.
"Right," he murmurs, stepping into and pulling up his trousers as he thinks. "The Folding Halls makes sense. The gallery...that is fuzzy, but perhaps the memories will return now that I have a better grasp on our situation."
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Either way, Yussa is still hot. That isn't going to magically stop being true. He should probably stop watching him dress and get dressed himself.
A light does turn on in the fog of his brain when Yussa tells him they're here via the Folding Halls. He still might not recall the journey exactly, but there is much more logic in the two of them exploring a chamber in the Happy Fun Ball than making an excursion to the true Feywild alone.
"Right," he murmurs, stepping into and pulling up his trousers as he thinks. "The Folding Halls makes sense. The gallery...that is fuzzy, but perhaps the memories will return now that I have a better grasp on our situation."