[ An utterly terrible idea, because the feeling that swells in his chest would be humiliating to admit. He is sure— at least, he'd been sure minutes ago, before they began this conversation— that Stanford would recoil to know it. He does not know when he might put a foot wrong, here, and watch the man's expression shutter closed.
But there is nothing he'll do to stop this now, not before... not before.
Eyes still too-bright, Ozpin tips his head in a gesture of Lead on, and follows. ]
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But there is nothing he'll do to stop this now, not before... not before.
Eyes still too-bright, Ozpin tips his head in a gesture of Lead on, and follows. ]