[The acceptance comes all too easily. Some tension eases out of Siffrin's shoulders and is quickly replaced by a swell of fondness for their fighter. Part of them wants to just take Isabeau at face value, burrow into that relief and comfort and then dig no deeper so as to not disrupt the cozy feeling.

But that's too easy.

They tug gently at Isabeau's hand, turning to make sure he looks them in the eye. That anxious, sick feeling hasn't fully left them, but they look resolute enough about this. It's important.]

You don't have to answer so fast. Really think about it. Please? I just...don't like thinking you might end up denying yourself something you really want because you feel like you've already committed.

[And privately, selfishly, they don't like thinking of the opposite either – getting invested only for Isabeau to later decide he's not okay with it after all. It's not that they think of Isabeau as being that fickle, but...well, if it took this much to get him to risk confessing, how long would he drag his feet in fear of causing more hurt if he changed his mind later? Surely the sting of rejection now would hurt less than having their whole heart gouged out later on.

And he called Isabeau dramatic. Sheesh.]

I promise I'll be okay with it if...well, if you aren't okay with it.