[Part of Miyano is glad that Bruce is distracted by speaking with the strange soldier, because the instant he's pulled back against the king's warm, firm chest, he sort of forgets how to breathe. Which is absurd, he's still in the company of the enemy, he shouldn't be anything but terrified and uneasy.

It's just -- Bruce is huge, every breath rippling the muscles of his chest, and Miya fits so neatly against him, enveloped in his presence. Like nothing and nobody could ever tear him away. It's safe and dizzying and Miyano finds himself gripping tightly at the robe wrapped around him to keep from holding onto Bruce instead.

Still, there's no harm in leaning back into the warm, protective embrace, right? Right. Miyano keeps his head ducked a bit, voice soft.]

I think I'm realizing you aren't, at all. It's...not what I was taught, but...I can't deny it, either.

Even if it scares me a bit.