[ What the hell. The impact of that little adorable curl at Louis' lips instantly destroys whatever composure Ayer had. He's holding himself back here, but if the other says powerful words like that while looking at him so endearingly, then he's going to break. He's always been consistently weak in sentimental moments, but he somehow manages through self-discipline and a sound mind. His cheeks are back to an unmistakably heated state, blossoming a color that compliments the reflection of Louis' red eyes within his.
Reflexively, Ayer wouldn't help but reach out to gently hit Louis' arm. It doesn't hurt — a silly action only done for the sake of letting out that growing steam again. In short, he's embarrassed. Fuck, he's going to die at this rate — overheated by his own body and racing heart, sourcing from this horribly cute revenant. The hit doubles as punishment for attempting to assume things that Ayer doesn't think at all! ]
You're not a bother, idiot.
[ Translation: You're always welcome to stay, for as long as you'd like. Because it's true that they have time now, Ayer will make sure that Louis understands this small but important fact. Whenever the other needs anything, no matter how trivial, he shouldn't hold back and approach him about it. ]
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Reflexively, Ayer wouldn't help but reach out to gently hit Louis' arm. It doesn't hurt — a silly action only done for the sake of letting out that growing steam again. In short, he's embarrassed. Fuck, he's going to die at this rate — overheated by his own body and racing heart, sourcing from this horribly cute revenant. The hit doubles as punishment for attempting to assume things that Ayer doesn't think at all! ]
You're not a bother, idiot.
[ Translation: You're always welcome to stay, for as long as you'd like. Because it's true that they have time now, Ayer will make sure that Louis understands this small but important fact. Whenever the other needs anything, no matter how trivial, he shouldn't hold back and approach him about it. ]