[It thaws the remainder of that worry, shifts the tangled strands of doubt into clearer lines — that one mistake won't spell any undoing, and Cy cares about him enough to navigate the problems that arise between them. He can't recall the last time he'd had an argument that did not become explosive and misunderstood, that was not instead solved either through cold dismissiveness or the end of a fist.
The point of his chin nudges Cy's collar as he tries to sit up.]
Yes. Properly, since you said that I was cheating. [Which he would still argue — what is so wrong about using his own learned ability to get ahead? Still, there's satisfaction in this, the rudimentary process of only a book and a pencil and his mind.]
Je veux, [mindful of injury he leans closer, accented voice drawling] a kiss. ... I don't know the French word for it.
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The point of his chin nudges Cy's collar as he tries to sit up.]
Yes. Properly, since you said that I was cheating. [Which he would still argue — what is so wrong about using his own learned ability to get ahead? Still, there's satisfaction in this, the rudimentary process of only a book and a pencil and his mind.]
Je veux, [mindful of injury he leans closer, accented voice drawling] a kiss. ... I don't know the French word for it.