Even without Lorenz's hand cradling his cheek, directing his gaze upward as he stood, Khalid's eyes would still follow him up. It must say something about them, that the way Lorenz calls him an idiot makes him smile almost as much as the heartfelt confession. He covers the hand on his cheek with his own, a part of him admiring the delicate flush on pale cheeks even as he gives Lorenz's admission the attention it deserves.
He accepts the burden of Lorenz's hurt with a sigh, leaning up into that forehead press. "I had to win the throne on my own, I couldn't afford to look like a puppet for Fodlan's interests. But I am sorry I had to hurt you in the process." The silky wave of lavender hair creates a new level of privacy in the already private sitting room, hiding away their tender expressions. Khalid breathes out a humorless laugh. "It's not like me to let my worries stop me like this..."
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He accepts the burden of Lorenz's hurt with a sigh, leaning up into that forehead press. "I had to win the throne on my own, I couldn't afford to look like a puppet for Fodlan's interests. But I am sorry I had to hurt you in the process." The silky wave of lavender hair creates a new level of privacy in the already private sitting room, hiding away their tender expressions. Khalid breathes out a humorless laugh. "It's not like me to let my worries stop me like this..."