Really.

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Sieg jolted awake with a silent gasp, a low sound caught in their throat, but they swallowed it down, nails digging into the thin linen of the blanket. The phantom pressure of Astolfo’s mocking laughter still rang in the homunculus' ears. The albino's fingers were clenched white-knuckled in the bedcovers, heart hammering against their ribs. "Huh? A dream?"

Astolfo murmured something incomprehensible and shifted their leg, drawing Sieg’s gaze back to it. The real Astolfo snorted in their sleep, a lazy dribble of saliva escaping the corner of their mouth and tracing a path down their jawline. Completely nude, as always, that's how Astolfo slept, one arm flung outside the bed and the other splayed across the mattress, where Sieg's head once rested, their legs carelessly parted.

No breasts, but massive pectorals… same thing.

Sieg stared, then the albino's gaze drifted downward, past Astolfo’s stomach, to the knight's sword resting against their relaxed thigh. "Yep, right."