[...much like when Set had told him the same - albeit far more aggressively - Byleth felt weirdly bashful at someone saying that so bluntly and honestly. He was so used to people thinking him weird, or strange, or a bit of a freak, that he honestly felt wrong-footed when people said otherwise. He shifted his weight and looked down at his boots, hiding his eyes behind his hair even though his expression seemed to be... as blank as usual.
It was pre-emptive. He felt like his face wanted to do something.]
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It was pre-emptive. He felt like his face wanted to do something.]
...thank you.
[Uwah. He actually sounded kind of shy there.]
That's very kind of you to say.