[Wylan relaxes for the first time in their whole conversation. His shoulders sag, and he takes a slow deep breath as they found some solid ground to agree on. They could communicate, that wouldn't be an issue.] Yeah. Yeah we'll keep talking. I don't like keeping secrets from you.
[It killed him to keep the timeline discrepancy from him when he just didn't know how to explain it to him.
He pushes himself up off the chair, walking slowly over to Jesper before he leans against the arm. He sits there quietly, before he leans over and kisses his temple, longing to be close but unsure where the line was. Sure, they discussed what they wanted, what they needed from each other to some extent, but where could he take this?]
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[It killed him to keep the timeline discrepancy from him when he just didn't know how to explain it to him.
He pushes himself up off the chair, walking slowly over to Jesper before he leans against the arm. He sits there quietly, before he leans over and kisses his temple, longing to be close but unsure where the line was. Sure, they discussed what they wanted, what they needed from each other to some extent, but where could he take this?]
Are we okay, then?