[ How can he say it aloud? It’s hard, and his lips find Dextera’s first, kissing him deeply and letting it linger before he pulls back. He’s pulled something out of his jacket now— a bottle of some kind that he’s filled with oil. He’s not sure it’s going to be obvious, but he presses it into Dextera’s palm anyway, tugging him afterwards to pull him along for a step back. Out of this front room, further into the house. ]
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[ How can he say it aloud? It’s hard, and his lips find Dextera’s first, kissing him deeply and letting it linger before he pulls back. He’s pulled something out of his jacket now— a bottle of some kind that he’s filled with oil. He’s not sure it’s going to be obvious, but he presses it into Dextera’s palm anyway, tugging him afterwards to pull him along for a step back. Out of this front room, further into the house. ]
We can be as close as possible, with this.