Oh.

[softly-breathed at the closeness of that whisper before ducking his head and turning in rather than away - not seeking to put any distance between them, but at least to avert the tickle of Dazai's voice]

...no one has ever been enthusiastic before.

[catching the word, returning it with a little smile, and a little lift of his brows. Gilder being perhaps the one outlying exception, no one Linneus has known Before had ever really cared to ask, or cared to know. For why should they? They were not paying to ask after him; to mind any of his delicacies, or his feelings. Even if they did, it rarely was anything more than a veneer, a formality sometimes given him but one he was never meant to answer to truthfully.]

I, ah... I always enjoyed fairy-tales. [perhaps that is laughable to some...] The ones with princes and princesses and true love - the silly ones.

[silly to some - he enjoyed them; enjoys them still. But men aren't supposed to enjoy stories like that. So he calls them silly - because he was expected to.

Confessing-]

I may have wanted to be one when I was a child, but that's not real life, is it?