[As he's seen, Cy isn't so easily affected — even now the space of a reaction is subtle, mastered by the control of millennia, steadied in the span of a breath. Yet he's watching for it, mismatched eyes dark with the sort of focus of attention he pays to this man.
Another reassurance of time. Sasuke won't bring it into the conversation now, but that worry is still alive in him, that his time with Cy will be denied. Cut short too soon.
He expects that his tolerance is higher, too, and especially in the hand that he lifts to oblige the request. They have not been treated preciously. They're rough, battle-worn, broken and healed too many times to count, palm scorched by fire and lightning and countless weapons.]
Go ahead.
[Whatever he can handle, they aren't going slow only for his own sake. Cy needs that too.]
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Another reassurance of time. Sasuke won't bring it into the conversation now, but that worry is still alive in him, that his time with Cy will be denied. Cut short too soon.
He expects that his tolerance is higher, too, and especially in the hand that he lifts to oblige the request. They have not been treated preciously. They're rough, battle-worn, broken and healed too many times to count, palm scorched by fire and lightning and countless weapons.]
Go ahead.
[Whatever he can handle, they aren't going slow only for his own sake. Cy needs that too.]