[It wouldn't sound like a lot, to most. To a normal person, maybe it wouldn't even sound like anything at all, much less affection, and less still romance.
But Thancred is a tank whose nearest and dearest are mages and soft agile fighters, and he can imagine precisely what it would feel like to hear someone say I don't want anyone other than you to protect me, I want you to be the one between me and danger.
Seven hells. On some lips that'd practically be a marriage proposal.]
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But Thancred is a tank whose nearest and dearest are mages and soft agile fighters, and he can imagine precisely what it would feel like to hear someone say I don't want anyone other than you to protect me, I want you to be the one between me and danger.
Seven hells. On some lips that'd practically be a marriage proposal.]
Good. Good for you both.
[He pauses. Debates with himself, a moment.]
I envy you, really.