[Indeed he does look at him, and so Cid indeed kisses himβBarnabas kissing him back without skipping a beat as his hand cups Cid's cheek. The kiss isn't empty, and it feels like it's fueled by something genuine, not unlike when he wears the fetters, when the aether which chokes his feelings and sense of self is restrained.
As he breaks the kiss, he holds Cid there for a moment, his forehead against Cid's as he gazes at him through his thick lashes...then he lowers his hand and turns back to his task.]
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As he breaks the kiss, he holds Cid there for a moment, his forehead against Cid's as he gazes at him through his thick lashes...then he lowers his hand and turns back to his task.]
Then it shall be so.