[Balthier stiffens against his touch almost like he's disgusted by it, but maybe he's thinking too hard about it. To give him credit he doesn't slap his hand away, just steps back to put a little distance.
It feels like miles in this instance.
Taking his hand back his fingers fidget at his side, uncomfortable in the unfamiliarity suddenly. What comes next feels like a punch to the gut, even if Balthier hasn't hit him at all. A different version...? Trying to insist Balthier knows him clearly hadn't worked, so even as his eyes beg for recognition from the man he loves, he'll try to figure out what the hell is going on.]
... then do you at least know this place? Do you have any idea what's going on?
[Let's start at square one then. Perhaps whatever this place is has done something to Balthier, messed with his memories.]
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It feels like miles in this instance.
Taking his hand back his fingers fidget at his side, uncomfortable in the unfamiliarity suddenly. What comes next feels like a punch to the gut, even if Balthier hasn't hit him at all. A different version...? Trying to insist Balthier knows him clearly hadn't worked, so even as his eyes beg for recognition from the man he loves, he'll try to figure out what the hell is going on.]
... then do you at least know this place? Do you have any idea what's going on?
[Let's start at square one then. Perhaps whatever this place is has done something to Balthier, messed with his memories.]