[ In all honesty, he'd simply assumed that Byleth felt that he wasn't quite ready for the commitment he'd proposed to him. And he wouldn't blame him for thinking so— with how things were here, with the urges they inflicted on others...
Dimitri had managed to avoid most interactions that would make him feel guilty, and only doing what he could out of necessity of the situation— but his mind eventually brought back thoughts of Byleth. Of whether Byleth was enjoying himself more with someone else— if he would rather they...
He'd often have to catch himself when his thoughts went that way. Because in the end, Byleth has no reason to be with him in any form, outside of his own feelings for him. And he knows he can't demand that, regardless of how he feels. He knows what he feels, and he accepts whatever Byleth feels— and so he began to accept when Byleth wouldn't join him in bed after a while, he began to accept when their evenings would be spent with people other than each other... they'd have to live their own lives while accepting a lot.
He thought he was fine, so the sudden show of love threw him off guard. Had he been assuming wrongly and distancing himself from the one he loved? That was what had brought on his tears, and now, as Byleth speaks, he watches him curiously. ]
I have not had the chance to speak with her... or know that she was present.
[ The Archbishop was here all this time...? He frowns, feeling a little foolish for not looking more closely. ]
What is it, beloved? We'd not yet found her in my memory, but...
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Dimitri had managed to avoid most interactions that would make him feel guilty, and only doing what he could out of necessity of the situation— but his mind eventually brought back thoughts of Byleth. Of whether Byleth was enjoying himself more with someone else— if he would rather they...
He'd often have to catch himself when his thoughts went that way. Because in the end, Byleth has no reason to be with him in any form, outside of his own feelings for him. And he knows he can't demand that, regardless of how he feels. He knows what he feels, and he accepts whatever Byleth feels— and so he began to accept when Byleth wouldn't join him in bed after a while, he began to accept when their evenings would be spent with people other than each other... they'd have to live their own lives while accepting a lot.
He thought he was fine, so the sudden show of love threw him off guard. Had he been assuming wrongly and distancing himself from the one he loved? That was what had brought on his tears, and now, as Byleth speaks, he watches him curiously. ]
I have not had the chance to speak with her... or know that she was present.
[ The Archbishop was here all this time...? He frowns, feeling a little foolish for not looking more closely. ]
What is it, beloved? We'd not yet found her in my memory, but...
[ He looks at him, encouraging him to continue. ]