[ Balthier's days haven't been much different, thoughts of David creeping in pleasantly as he meets with a few Society contacts about possible job placement, what skills he may need to round out to blend in here, and the looming question of a secret identity. When he's not working, he's out wandering the city, partly to get a feel for the place, and partly because it frees his mind to replay the other night.
He doesn't reach out to David because he feels like he's already been too eager, though he doesn't regret the effects. But he thinks he needs to back up a little, make sure this is more than a quick tryst, or worse, risk scaring the other man off. Still, he's kept the poem with him and reads it at least fifty more times in those few days.
He gets the text before he's gotten home to the letter and the gift. He's out, and he's a horridly slow typer, so he ducks somewhere quiet to use talk to text. ]
By all means, you are welcome to bother me any time.
Who Said Once Was Enough? - Balthier's Room, The 12th
He doesn't reach out to David because he feels like he's already been too eager, though he doesn't regret the effects. But he thinks he needs to back up a little, make sure this is more than a quick tryst, or worse, risk scaring the other man off. Still, he's kept the poem with him and reads it at least fifty more times in those few days.
He gets the text before he's gotten home to the letter and the gift. He's out, and he's a horridly slow typer, so he ducks somewhere quiet to use talk to text. ]
By all means, you are welcome to bother me any time.
[ He deletes it and tries again. ]
By all means, please come bother me this evening.