[ Percival looks like he's about to... either cry or laugh at something (but the inflatable dildo is the furthest thing from his own mind, thankfully), but he offers no resistance as Percival nudges him onto his back.

And— oh. This is different. Siegfried watches him with wide eyes as he settles on top of him, marveling at how striking he looks, even now, covered in strange debris and face lined with exhaustion. His sharp features being so momentarily softened with affection leaves him wanting more, leaves him with a craving to see him more undone. Had he less restraint (or more physical energy), he would have begun disrobing him. As it stands, he rests his palms on Percival's hips, skirting under the hem of his shirt idly.

The words bring heat to his face, and this is one of the rare occasions in which Siegfried looks visibly surprised. He laughs nervously, then sighs, shifting one of his hands to entwine their fingers together. ]

To think, for all this talk of cowardice, you were far braver than me. [ He brings the back of Percival's hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles affectionately. ]

I want to be with you, too. More than once. [ He hesitates again. ]

I can blame our circumstances back then, but the truth is... even without such pressures, I can't deny that my fondness for you goes beyond friendship or that of a teammate.