[Silently he nods to the first bit. There isn't much to say that wouldn't just ruin this moment they've captured. So, he just lets the bit about Cid's foresight, or lack thereof, being his downfall die off as he had. Focusing then his attention on a slice of bread, helping himself to the butter and scallions.
He glances up at Cid as if he's asked him something truly ridiculous.]
If it puts the prince at ease, who am I to criticize their little game? Sleipnir seems unbothered.
Does it? Put him at ease, that is? I suppose it must, to some degree... They've got Joshua too, now. Neither of them have ever been on their own. I get the sense that Sleipnir cares for them, though. Sleipnir not minding is a little surprising to me, actually. He never tolerated spoiled behavior well, right? So what does Sleipnir tell you about Dion, anyway?
[Cid is having too much fun gossiping, at must is plain to see. He mirrors Barnabas' actions, having the bread the way he likes it.]
I cannot imagine why else he would continue to endure Sleipnir's presence. Perhaps they have a budding fondness—Sleipnir has more than enough experience dealing with young men who can barely wipe their own chins.
[As he says this, he gives Cid a pointed look. After all, Sleipnir had a hand in helping him adjust to the castle life, didn't he? When he was but a scrappy lad of eighteen, wandering Ash as nothing more than a sellsword before Ramuh awoke within him and earned Barnabas' notice. A memory that has almost been blotted out of the fondness he once held for it by the aether that floods him...almost.
After taking another bite of the bread, his eyebrows tick upward ever so slightly at the question. His gaze still on Cid's face.]
Little of interest. Mostly that the boy harbors a fondness for you. Chasing youth through these young men, are we?
[He sighs about Dion’s fondness for him. It’s true, but it is a little bitter… Considering that night Dion found Barnabas’ hair in his pillow. It’s a little complicated with Dion.]
You’d know, wouldn’t you? I was a young man, once. You loved that I could keep up with you. Tire you out, even.
[He butters bread and smirks at the other man.]
I can’t say I want to be twenty again, but I miss those days, too.
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He glances up at Cid as if he's asked him something truly ridiculous.]
If it puts the prince at ease, who am I to criticize their little game? Sleipnir seems unbothered.
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[Cid is having too much fun gossiping, at must is plain to see. He mirrors Barnabas' actions, having the bread the way he likes it.]
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[As he says this, he gives Cid a pointed look. After all, Sleipnir had a hand in helping him adjust to the castle life, didn't he? When he was but a scrappy lad of eighteen, wandering Ash as nothing more than a sellsword before Ramuh awoke within him and earned Barnabas' notice. A memory that has almost been blotted out of the fondness he once held for it by the aether that floods him...almost.
After taking another bite of the bread, his eyebrows tick upward ever so slightly at the question. His gaze still on Cid's face.]
Little of interest. Mostly that the boy harbors a fondness for you. Chasing youth through these young men, are we?
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You’d know, wouldn’t you? I was a young man, once. You loved that I could keep up with you. Tire you out, even.
[He butters bread and smirks at the other man.]
I can’t say I want to be twenty again, but I miss those days, too.