[This energy between them hasn't changed at all, but it sure has grown. He's drawn to Dextera, to his smile, to his touch, to everything he says, and watching him in his lap, tracing out a word slower than he needs to... he feels that more than ever. It has him grinning, bright and hopeful, and he realizes that this is the first time he's really felt hope since he was a child.
That five year old that didn't have a clue what he'd have to deal with. Now, though, he knows everything... And even if there's still that determination, the anger, the desire to win everything he can and be on top, the desperation and the sadness— this hope is growing with every day. He thought that had died permanently. He's jaded, he's bitter, he's worried and not optimistic, but at the same time... he's here, experiencing this.
It should be impossible for someone like him. But Dextera came back from the dead. People didn't have to die for it. His chest is swelling with emotions by now, and his eyes spark as he looks down at him.]
Yeah, I'm a jerk. [He says it like he's proud and willing to admit it, tilting his head to one side, watching him curiously.] You still like me?
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That five year old that didn't have a clue what he'd have to deal with. Now, though, he knows everything... And even if there's still that determination, the anger, the desire to win everything he can and be on top, the desperation and the sadness— this hope is growing with every day. He thought that had died permanently. He's jaded, he's bitter, he's worried and not optimistic, but at the same time... he's here, experiencing this.
It should be impossible for someone like him. But Dextera came back from the dead. People didn't have to die for it. His chest is swelling with emotions by now, and his eyes spark as he looks down at him.]
Yeah, I'm a jerk. [He says it like he's proud and willing to admit it, tilting his head to one side, watching him curiously.] You still like me?