[ maybe if tobari's life was more comfortable, kinder, less difficult—he'd have more issues accepting this. however, as is... even if it's something that rattles their relationship in some ways, it's not nearly enough for it to rattle his faith in rafayel. there's more for them to get into at home, but at least here? when rafayel needs the support and has brought him here to witness this all...? tobari has accepted his necessary position as someone whose entire role is to be steady.
so he watches rafayel switch easily back into his own role—the charming artist —and remains at his side even as they return for the toast. tobari's expression returns to his own politely distant demeanor, even though he might stare just a little too intently at alden whenever the other man isn't looking. there's something about knowing that another person is essentially a dead man walking.
but otherwise, he's practically docile if not for the fact that he remains at rafayel's side like a standoffish cat that looked at you like he's waiting for an excuse to scratch. he neglects his own glass to keep up the demeanor that he doesn't drink, instead letting his hands settle in the crook of rafayel's elbow. when the question comes, he lets his head rest against rafayel's shoulder, looking up at him with a curated, open expression. anyone glancing over wouldn't be able to hear their conversation, just the picture of a young couple fascinated with each other ]
If you don't want me there or if it'd be easier, I can cover for you.
But if you'll have me, I want to.
[ he doesn't want to leave rafayel alone at all anymore ]
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so he watches rafayel switch easily back into his own role—the charming artist —and remains at his side even as they return for the toast. tobari's expression returns to his own politely distant demeanor, even though he might stare just a little too intently at alden whenever the other man isn't looking. there's something about knowing that another person is essentially a dead man walking.
but otherwise, he's practically docile if not for the fact that he remains at rafayel's side like a standoffish cat that looked at you like he's waiting for an excuse to scratch. he neglects his own glass to keep up the demeanor that he doesn't drink, instead letting his hands settle in the crook of rafayel's elbow. when the question comes, he lets his head rest against rafayel's shoulder, looking up at him with a curated, open expression. anyone glancing over wouldn't be able to hear their conversation, just the picture of a young couple fascinated with each other ]
If you don't want me there or if it'd be easier, I can cover for you.
But if you'll have me, I want to.
[ he doesn't want to leave rafayel alone at all anymore ]