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[soulsees]

( And there it is.

Perhaps Emet-Selch doesn't even really realise he's given himself away — perhaps he's spent too long around people who couldn't possibly hope to understand him — but Hythlodaeus knows this man as well as he knows himself. Better, possibly, no matter the millennia that separate them. )

Is that what's been keeping you from me?

( Hythlodaeus holds him a little closer, letting himself guide their embrace for all his weakened state. Possessiveness melts through their bond to warm him low in the pit of his stomach, and he rubs his fingers against Emet-Selch's ears as he searches those golden eyes. )

You think yourself a shadow of who you once were?

[arkitect]

No.

[Not quite. He is himself, for all that has happened-- he's clung to his sense of self even when he might be best served letting it go.

Even so-]

I am, and have always been, myself. Yet- I am aware that I have not remained unchanged. That I am not the man you once knew, not in full.

[soulsees]

Well, then. You should count yourself fortunate that I want nothing more than to know the man you are now.

( He replies, as his expression lifts into another of his smiles - albeit tired around the edges. One hand reaches up to brush a few locks of short brown hair back away from Emet-Selch’s face: )

Will you let me?

( He won’t remember that day on Elpis where he’d come up with a plan to encourage Emet-Selch to led Hermes a hand, but that doesn’t mean the same tactics won’t work again.

Hythlodaeus’s lashes lower, and his voice softens as he implores his dearest friend: )

Please, Emet-Selch.

[arkitect]

[-ugh. He still knows him all too well-- knows there's no way he can turn down such an earnest request from Hythlodaeus, just as he knows this is Hythlodaeus's way of saying he's not going to back down on the matter.

There's a relief in it, a brief wash of it through their bond, even as he grumbles:]

Oh, must you?

[But his ears only lie flat for a moment, giving away the feigned irritation.]

-fine. I suppose if you are certain you're willing, there's little I can do to dissuade you.