[ taair's too quick to not pick up on that little trace, if only because it's so familiar. for a moment, he worries it's just a feedback loop, that maybe he's leaking his own problems directly onto fidelio's. he can't know about the context, but he does know that whatever's causing it, be it himself or something deeper, he wants to soothe it, wants to provide some kind of a balm to the feeling that has haunted him his entire life.

you don't have to be alone, if you don't go off where people can't reach you. it really was the exact right thing to say, and the phrase echoes somewhere in the back of his mind. fidelio reached out his hand to taair, literally and metaphorically, and has over and over - and here now is a chance to reach back.

he's quiet for a moment as he takes in the offer, head turned to just look at him. he wasn't expecting the offer, and it blooms a warmth like a plucked string over the grief and sorrow, echoing a sense of gratitude, something deeper than surface level. ]

... I would love that. [ taair says, soft voiced, soft smile. he has always been a person of simple joys, a person who dreamed of telling stories and traveling the world with companions instead of power or wealth or fame. a person who craved close connection, and a person who has finally begun to find it. this moment feels as precious and tender as a rainy night spent in a cave around a fire - the most precious memory taair has.

there's a beat, as the nostalgia of that rainy evening puts into focus the actual likelihood of the time at hand. he glances away, again, and there's the tiniest dusting of pink on his nose in the dim light as he curls his fingers lightly in the air, hesitates, and then sets two delicate fingertips on his arm. ]

Though... it's likely that he won't return until the morning. [ ... ] If... that's alright with you?

[ the offer is said in more words than necessary, but what else is new: i want you here. will you stay? ]