Knowing Camille, he probably just didn’t trust Mathis to do anything properly on his own. That’s the only reason he would tag along. And it seems he may have been right, if the two of them still got kidnapped, but he’s not going to think about that. It does make Mathis a bit sad, though. If this world was supposed to be a paradise, Camille would have been a nicer, softer person who accepted Mathis and his friends and loved ones. Apparently that’s too unrealistic even for a delusion.
“It… sounds to me from what you said, that I already talked to her for the last time once before,” Mathis murmurs. “Of course I’ll choose you… your love is real.” He smiles sadly. “But it’s a bit painful to know that the person who would have been my mother is a kind person who also would have cared for me. That being said, it’s better to live in reality…”
It sounds like the real world is in a huge amount of danger. The idea of wiping out beastfolk entirely is terrifying. Mathis knows how much trouble they’ve caused, but is that really the way? “You won’t keep secrets… then… I have a childish question.” Mathis blinks up at him. “Do you prefer me this way? Or as the person you know?” He’s curious. It sounds like he’s somehow even more anxiety-ridden than he is here, and that’s saying something. “If I remember all of this when we leave, then I can make adjustments. Since these are some memories I also have, they may impact my personality too… I’m not sure how that works.” Apologetically, he rubs Adolphe’s palm with one thumb.
He wishes he could do more for that sadness. Adolphe nods, unable to really offer anything like a false promise that everything will be okay. He can't guarantee that, but he can stick with his partner through all the shitty feelings, like he said he would.
"Ah?" That's an interesting question. "Haven't actually thought about that... let's see." Adolphe peers down at Mathis, completely unable to parse out the differences since he's blinded by a disease called in love with Mathis Claude no matter what. "Well, first, calling it adjustments makes you sound like you're trying to add more cream and sugar to my coffee," he says, chuckling softly. He brings their intertwined hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
"Preferences... I don't think so. I like you when you're timid and come to hide in my arms. But I also like this version of you that's confident and stands up for himself. You once told me that you like it when I compliment myself... so maybe it's similar to that." Adolphe tilts his head, fondly gazing down at Mathis as he simply merges the two versions of the person he loves in his head. "That... probably doesn't help you. I guess, in the end, my preference is..." He hums, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "Whoever you are when you wake up, I just... love you, Mathis."
“Um… do you like cream and sugar?” Funny how now that he managed to get Adolphe to talk a little bit, he won’t shut up about how much he cares for him. Not that Mathis is going to complain about something like that. “I… it’s strange to think I won’t know how to act…”
Mathis almost laughs. “I’m not confident at all… maybe there’s not as much difference as I thought.” If this is confident in comparison, he’s going to seriously need to fix himself when they return to the real world. Being told so fondly that his tendency to run timidly into Adolphe’s arms is a plus is… embarrassing.
“Well… I believe you.” He can’t say those words in return, that he loves Adolphe, because it would be disingenuous with his lack of memories. “Was my other self this…” He smiles awkwardly. “Um… easy? I’m still… a bit in disbelief with myself that I slept with a stranger without thinking. Even if we technically aren’t strangers.” His ears twitch. “I… no, I suppose I did think about it. Hmm.”










