(He's gotten better at gauging that sort of thing, but...not perfect at it.)
Alistair doesn't do quite as good a job of hiding his wince. He returns Geoffrey to his perch on his shoulder; gathers up his own dishes. "Until then," he agrees.
Once their hands are free, he catches one of Cullen's, just long enough to drop a kiss on his knuckles. "I love you," he says, in the way where it also sounds a bit like I'm sorry.
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(He's gotten better at gauging that sort of thing, but...not perfect at it.)
Alistair doesn't do quite as good a job of hiding his wince. He returns Geoffrey to his perch on his shoulder; gathers up his own dishes. "Until then," he agrees.
Once their hands are free, he catches one of Cullen's, just long enough to drop a kiss on his knuckles. "I love you," he says, in the way where it also sounds a bit like I'm sorry.