[that's another oddity he's never really paid mind to (overshadowed as it is by the larger, more prominent differences), but it makes his heart break in this moment. it's a miracle he hasn't cried yet, himself.

he thinks he might for a second when she walks back over and sits before him, and he smooths her hair down gently while she talks and fusses out imaginary tangles in it. after another second, trying to disturb her as little as possible, he quietly eases himself to the floor as well and takes up both of her hands.]

This is one of the only things I'll ever thank fate for, I think. I know that I can't be the Chevalier you're used to, but I wouldn't mind-- [he stops himself and shakes his head] --I'd truly appreciate it if you would consider me your companion. [as he had started out. to stand on ground that was not-quite-but-almost equal, uneven but comfortably so; that is something he misses terribly.]