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[suitsahero]

There is only one thing Haurchefant hates more than being the bearer of bad news and that's being the bearer of news when he's not sure whether it's good or bad news. At least with bad news, one can prepare oneself appropriately, know what kind of reaction you're liable to get. But with something like this...

He's given orders to pile the intercessory's fireplace high with logs, to try to make sure that Mikka will not be overly cold, but it seems like the poor Miqote is cold practically everywhere in Ishgard. He comes bearing hot chocolate to go with his... news of an indeterminate sort, having had one of his men fetch Mikka to the intercessory several minutes prior. It's been a habit of his to do so every time he returns from Ishgard, to brief them on how their asylum status is going and catch them up on news of the wider world, when there is any to be had in the isolationist country.

That Haurchefant has asked Mikka to come alone, though, is unusual, potentially giving away that this is no ordinary debriefing. Still, Haurchefant manages a sunny smile for the Warrior of Light as he pushes his way into the room with the chocolate,

"Sorry I'm a bit late! I had to make sure the chocolate was just right," the smile hedges more entirely genuine, touches his eyes as he sets the mug down in front of Mikka, "It is good to see you again, friend, though I suppose it has been only days since last I did. I confess, I've grown too used to it."

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[suitsahero]

He leans in a little more and plants kisses along Mikka's ears, the top of his head, slow and sweet.

"You're the most amazing person I know. I've never met anyone like you. I know that that's not the same, but please, be at some kind of peace knowing that. I don't care about their opinion or anyone else's. I'm proud to even so much as get to call you a dear friend. This, more, seems so far beyond anything I could have wished for."

He gently pries the letter out of Mikka's fingers, sets it aside on the table to twine his own fingers with his instead,

"I won't tell you they don't matter, because I know that they do. But I do think you should look at how much they weigh versus the weight of everyone else who loves and cares for you. You fly under our banner now. You're part of our family. You don't need to rely on them anymore."

[darlingdatura]

Mikka doesn't resist. Lets Haurchefant press those soft kisses against his ears, even lets the letter be tugged from his grasp, curling his fingers near-immediately around the hand that replaced it, craving the reassurance being offered here in words and actions.

It did soothe him, some barbed knot easing in his heart as his crying quieted. He stayed where he was, tucked close to the elezen but it seemed borne less of that desperate sorrow of moments before, instead just finding comfort in Haurchefant's presence.

"Why are you so utterly perfect in every way?" He inquired in a watery tone, with a faint quiver of a chuckle. "Y-you must share your secret with me."

[suitsahero]

"I'm not perfect in any way," he protests, but it's a soft protest, his head leaning on top of Mikka's, "Please don't think that. I'm at least as fallible as the next man, likely moreso. Someone thinking you're lovely and wonderful shouldn't be something special. Everyone should adore you."

There's not really room to pull Mikka any closer, but he's trying anyway, hands soothing over wherever they land with a gentle tug ever inward. It's sweetly covetous, physical proof of his words,

"I do, you know. Adore you. Your deeds first, of course, who else are we to strangers except what we have done? But every part of you I have uncovered since then only makes me care for you more. Even the parts you seem to think make you weak or unlovable," he closes his eyes, pressing another soft kiss to the top of Mikka's head, "You can't possibly know the extent of what I would do for you. Ask anything of me that is mine to give and it is yours."

[darlingdatura]

As close as he can get or no, those gentle tugs and touches of Haurchefant's hands soothes that ache in him. Physical proof that he's wanted, that he's so very much adored as the elezen was saying. He knew that the man wouldn't lie about such a thing, but the contact still helped in comforting him.

"To me you are though. Foibles and all, just as you are," Mikka protested gently, staying right where he was cuddled in close, cheek resting against him where he could feel the gentle beat of his heart. "If you can think me so wonderful and lovely, surely I can think you absolutely perfect for me?

[suitsahero]

"Hm. 'For you' then, perhaps I'll allow it," Mikka can feel his grin against his ear. "If nothing else, to argue against that is to advocate against my own self-interest, since I'm rather interested in keeping you," it's teasing, but the sentiment is sincere.

He's been letting Mikka curl up against him as much as he wants, but he finally moves to separate them, though it's just enough to let him tip Mikka's head up for a gentle, warm kiss.