‘ if you can’t handle me at my worst then we have something in common because neither can i. ’ seteth to byleth, ( memes / slowly accepting. )
they choke on their tea as seteth finished his comment, their coughing turning into laughter as they recovered. their laughter might have seemed quiet and subdued by the standards of others, but from byleth it was anything but.
“i’m fairly certain i could handle you at your worst, seteth,” they reply, setting their teacup down, amusement still in their eyes. “even if you can’t quite handle yourself.”