The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

delight rolls his eyes. maybe the governor's weird insistence on delight being some sort of prize is supposed to boost his confidence, but mostly, the chancellor thinks he's full of shit. delight? alarian probably deserves better than this broken, traumatized husk of a boy, all his fucked up neurotics and slightly-terrifying baby-mommas. 

he doesn't argue the point though. "something.. concrete," he answers, thinking of how untouchable mato had been, how what was between them had remained forever floating in the air as implication. "just... together? partners?" he pauses. "romantic partners, not, uh, you know. you know what i'm trying to say." god. delight tries again.

"i want to be your partner," he says, voice soft, "and i want to -- take time to get to know you better. and for you to get to know me, too. does that sound.. good?"