Francis Bonnefoy.

_{[ He just loafs in France's arms, not hugging back but his chin finds a nice perch on the other man's shoulder. His half lidded eyes find a spot to look at in the room, not budging from where he stepped inside. ]}

Well. No. But I do think about a lot when I'm trying to sleep and I was thinking about that instance. I hate it when people laugh at me and then I don't know why.

_{[ As for answering France's question, he idly places his hands on France's hips, fingers idly toying with the wrinkled shirt. ]}

Maybe..

_{[ Maybe what, though. That isn't a valid response. ]}

That just made me think of so many other instances over the decades that maybe I was so sure about something, but then I wasn't right and how other people might perceive me without me even knowing, and the way that I see myself is a delusional version of myself that I wish to see so I choose to see it.

_{[ .. yes, it is quite impressive. Maybe France needs to tap out to Austria and let him psychoanalyze America. ]}

Anyway, I guess it was kind of a dumb thing that made me think, but.. I trust asking you stuff, even if it's embarrassing or weird.

_{[ Hm. ]}

You.. take care of me.