[Divinitate]

Looking at Balthier he frowned a little. "Like what...? Emotional?" His eyes went to the hand that was tugging on his sleeve. "What?" He asked softly, acting as he normally would, with utter indifference. He was trying so hard to keep this out of his mind, that he was attracted to his friend. That he had had sex with his friend... he needed someone to talk to. Someone to confide in. But... the only person that he would normally do that with was... Balthier. Biting his lip a blush crawled to his face and he found himself wanting very much to go out with Balthier... even if it was just a platonic thing. Nodding slowly he dropped his legs and looked down at the ground. "Yeah but where. Obviously you won't want to..." he dropped off, stopping himself from saying to much. He doubted that Balthier would want to stay long with him. Standing slowly he looked down at the pirate, trying his best to be how he was before...Before he had tasted what the man had to offer. He was hooked, and he needed to sort it out with someone...but who? Who could he turn to.

Closing his eyes he shook his head and messed his hair up. "Get dressed. If you leave then do it while we're out so I won't miss you you bloody pirate..." He ordered, a sharp tone to his voice as he walked away from Balthier and into his bedroom. He did care... God did he. He had already swallowed his pride, telling the man what he had... That he was falling for him. Why did that even matter. He knew that he would die alone, much as his brother had. Well... less so. He'd not even see the pleasure of being held by someone who cared for him. Washing the tears from his eyes he slipped a wet hand through his blond tresses and made sure that his face showed no signs of sorrow.

When he stepped out into the living room he wore his carefully crafted mask. A small smile crossed his features and he waved to the door. "Food, right?" He asked, keeping his tone soft and indifferent, as it always was. He hoped that Balthier would buy it in time. The man had no right to his life now that he had rejected him. "Do you think they all passed out drunk too?" He asked, shouldering an empty bag, since the sun was kissing the sky lightly. He'd buy some food to bring home. Maybe. "I think... if anyone asks...you should say you got lucky with a pretty woman, and that this should... should just be forgotten..." He told him softly, eyes dropping as the clouded a little. He wouldn't forget... no he'd most likely talk to Fran about it, since she was the closest person to Balthier and knew what the man thought...