[Oh... oh no. His heart sinks the moment he realizes that Dextera is worked up in some sort of guilt over nothing, and Guren crosses the space left between them to sit beside him, reaching to cover one of his hands with his own.]
No, Dex, you didn't—
[God, he's an idiot. He scrubs at his face with his free hand, frowning.]
You didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't trying to worry you.
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No, Dex, you didn't—
[God, he's an idiot. He scrubs at his face with his free hand, frowning.]
You didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't trying to worry you.