Ah. He's asked something strange again, hasn't he? He turns, watching Emet fuss. His head begins to tilt, just a hint. Well at least he's broken free of that unnerving smile.
"I- ah. Are you not?" he seemed like he knew a great deal of love and affection, the way he spoke of his dear friends just moments before. He elaborates nonetheless. He does make a rather large to-do about things he decides to do anyways. Curious man. Byleth is reminded somewhat of Felix, though he was far less mature about it. Far more obvious.
Regardless, it's clear enough, he's guarding. Byleth is familiar with this. Withholding things that desire to come out, despite best efforts.
"My father once said there was such a thing as 'love languages'. I never really understood that much, but I think I'm beginning to." He wonders what his own might be? "Do you feel it privately then? Or do you go out and do things for your friends?"
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"I- ah. Are you not?" he seemed like he knew a great deal of love and affection, the way he spoke of his dear friends just moments before. He elaborates nonetheless. He does make a rather large to-do about things he decides to do anyways. Curious man. Byleth is reminded somewhat of Felix, though he was far less mature about it. Far more obvious.
Regardless, it's clear enough, he's guarding. Byleth is familiar with this. Withholding things that desire to come out, despite best efforts.
"My father once said there was such a thing as 'love languages'. I never really understood that much, but I think I'm beginning to." He wonders what his own might be? "Do you feel it privately then? Or do you go out and do things for your friends?"