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I’m an idiot, Lancelot thought to himself.
Percival being nice to him shouldn’t mean anything at all. He’s always been kind, though his sharp tongue and serious demeanor causes him to be misunderstood by most people.
Percival gives his share of dessert to him because he knows he likes sweets, and the redhead doesn’t like them that much.
Percival gives him souvenirs whenever he drops by Feendrache. It’s probably done out of courtesy since he gets to visit interesting places with a certain skyfaring crew.
Percival is kind, he probably does this to others as well.
Yet Lancelot can’t help but feel as if he’s especially favored by him. He feels like an idiot for even thinking that.
How nice would it be if that were the case.
So Lancelot smiles. He always smiles as he welcomes Percival into his office, ignoring how easy the smile comes to him.
I’m an idiot, Percival thought to himself.
Lancelot smiling at him shouldn’t mean anything at all. He’s always been friendly, though his position now limits his actions.
Lancelot smiles as he gets an extra serving of dessert through him. He likes seeing him enjoy sweets without fear of being subjected to judgmental gazes.
Lancelot smiles as he recounts his adventures with their favorite skyfaring crew. He likes seeing him poke at the souvenirs he brings back with the childish curiosity he once freely displayed.
Lancelot smiles as he is welcomed into the office even though there were important documents scattered around. Percival wants to scold him to be more cautious. He’s no longer a knight of Feendrache after all. It would be a disaster if he had malicious intentions.
Lancelot is friendly, but he’s also especially mindful of his position. Annoyingly so.
So Percival feels like an idiot for not realizing this sooner. He sets out to rectify this blunder armed with Lancelot’s favorite sweets and tea.
“Lancelot, we need to talk.”
Maybe he wasn’t the only idiot after all.