[ dextera kisses him slowly, almost an apology for his outburst earlier. even if guren said he could—he doesn’t want to be that person. he’s hurt too many people by lashing out, and maybe he can’t always stop it from starting, but he can try not to feed it.
when they come apart, he sighs, closing his eyes for just one moment.
he doesn’t know where to go from here, but—guren can help him. guren will help him. he just has to be patient. ]
You’d better.
[ already, the desire to return to his brother is pulling at his heart—but he should focus on what’s here. his brother will be there tomorrow, and dextera can seek him out with a clear head. ]
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when they come apart, he sighs, closing his eyes for just one moment.
he doesn’t know where to go from here, but—guren can help him. guren will help him. he just has to be patient. ]
You’d better.
[ already, the desire to return to his brother is pulling at his heart—but he should focus on what’s here. his brother will be there tomorrow, and dextera can seek him out with a clear head. ]