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[ While it's pleasant to see you receive compliments, love, I must admit... A part of me wishes they would cease. I want to be the one to tell you, alone, how wonderful I think your height is. Or how delightful your impish smiles. Or the way your shoulders create a striking silhouette.]
[ This should be MINE to say and to say alone...]
[ Oh? Then I suppose it's fortunate I delete 98% of the compliments I receive on the daily, in that case. ]
[ ....... ]
[ That often, Jonathan? ]
[ My... How. Lovely. ]
[ Then I suppose you aren't starved for affections then? I mean, I was wishing to steal away some of your time to lavish you with some of my own-- if you weren't too busy, that is. ]
[ HOWEVER ]
[ If you've had your fill... ]
[ Well. ]
[ I wouldn't wish to bother you. ]
[ I've never been starved for affection, Jervis. But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it from time to time. What these people send me isn't affection, so much as hormone-fueled love letters to the concept of danger. ]
[ If you'd like to spend the rest of the evening in each other's company, I certainly wouldn't complain, but I'm just as certainly not about to beg for it. ]
[ ... Yes. Of course. ]
[I. ]
[ Do forgive me. I know I shouldn't be showing you my ire in this regard. You certainly can't control what messages you receive-- just as I can't control what I receive by the post. ]
[ Yet... It does upset me. Perhaps a part of me momentarily saw it as another trying to steal away my happiness, right when I finally had it. You could always have more than nothing, after all. ]
[ May I please steal you away? I promise you won't see an inkling of jealousy. Not heads nor tails of it. ]
[ More than nothing? Hm. I see there's a bit of confusion as to where we stand. ]
[ Alright, I'll be out shortly.]
[ I'll put the kettle on. Perhaps you can enlightening me on where the confusion stands over tea. ]