[It would be impossible to ignore a look like Dextera is giving him now. He holds his gaze for a few solid seconds before it's too much, and then he's closing his eyes and looking down to hide his own smile, also embarrassingly fond.
Well, tonight turned out better than expected. Even one day like that is unexpected, but it seems like there are more and more. If it's not any of the others caring for him, wanting to make sure he's eaten, nagging him, calling him sensei, then it's Dextera, helping him relax. Playing chess with him. Being his friend.
He crosses one leg over the other and leans back. Really, he can't think of anything to say. It'd all be fillers for the silence, anyway, and he thinks this silence is a little comfortable, even if he is embarrassed. It's fine, as long as attention isn't being drawn to it. They can enjoy each other's company and wait for the soup.]
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Well, tonight turned out better than expected. Even one day like that is unexpected, but it seems like there are more and more. If it's not any of the others caring for him, wanting to make sure he's eaten, nagging him, calling him sensei, then it's Dextera, helping him relax. Playing chess with him. Being his friend.
He crosses one leg over the other and leans back. Really, he can't think of anything to say. It'd all be fillers for the silence, anyway, and he thinks this silence is a little comfortable, even if he is embarrassed. It's fine, as long as attention isn't being drawn to it. They can enjoy each other's company and wait for the soup.]