It does almost spill, and he catches it in an awkward fumble to clutch it to his chest, before he gets a proper grip on it and gives it a proper look. It's a high quality cape, at least as nice as his Golden Guard cape, but the red lining is much nicer, and when he turns it over--
His eyes go wide and he goes completely still, except for the faint quiver of his lips before he presses his mouth shut and swallows thickly.
He hadn't told her about Flapjack before she made this; he can't have, there was no time between his graduating and now, and this is clearly well-finished. But it still makes his chest ache, and there's a complicated expression across his face that doesn't look upset, necessarily, but it's not- it's just a lot. A lot of emotion.
Eventually he drops onto the bed, holding the cape close to his chest, clutching it with white-knuckled and deeply scarred hands, running his thumb over the edge of one of the embroidery's dark wings.
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His eyes go wide and he goes completely still, except for the faint quiver of his lips before he presses his mouth shut and swallows thickly.
He hadn't told her about Flapjack before she made this; he can't have, there was no time between his graduating and now, and this is clearly well-finished. But it still makes his chest ache, and there's a complicated expression across his face that doesn't look upset, necessarily, but it's not- it's just a lot. A lot of emotion.
Eventually he drops onto the bed, holding the cape close to his chest, clutching it with white-knuckled and deeply scarred hands, running his thumb over the edge of one of the embroidery's dark wings.