[ The silence that befalls the room is painful, every second more agonizing than the last, and the time between when Siegfried seems to register Percival's request and when he actually speaks seems to crawl by so slowly. Percy's definitely feeling a little queasy now, the anxiety bundled up in the pit of his stomach like a tight ball.

Of course the answer would be no. He doesn't know what had come over him to make him even consider this a possibility. They are old friends, but the roles they took on back then seemed to set a precedent for their relationship so far. Siegfreid may not be his captain anymore, but a lot of the time, it still feels like he is. There's no universe where the other man would ever look at him this way, and it brings Percival immense shame and guilt that he had tried to sullen their noble relationship. ]

Of course. I am such a fool. [ Why did he even ask? This is not be something he should be wanting, almost forbidden. Percival turns away now, bringing that cup to his lips just so it feels like he has something to cover his face with. ]

You're right. I should not have tried to disrespect the relationship we have. Please forget I said anything.

[ He'll wait for the magic to fade then, as Siegfried had said, because he's often right. Or maybe learn to live this way. He's feeling so ashamed that he's not in any state to be planning his next moves right now. ]