[ dextera doesn’t know how he could possibly be a help to guren just by being him, when he knows he’s often useless and occasionally worse than that, when guren is always taking care of him...! but he doesn’t want to argue. if guren thinks he helps, then that’s guren’s business.
he’s too selfish to push this friendship away, if the conditions are this easy. ]
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[ and if the secrets guren is keeping involve others—their lives—then he understands that. keeping that kind of thing could easily turn into a twisted, terrible baroque, but what can dextera do except stand by and hope baroques simply don’t exist in this world?
so he takes guren’s hand and squeezes, shameless in his need to get this across. guren does help.
for that, he’s grateful, and he lifts guren’s hand to his forehead with a soft, but content, sigh—that’s all he can do. he can offer this comfort, and hope that’s enough to repay guren for everything. ]
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he’s too selfish to push this friendship away, if the conditions are this easy. ]
...
[ and if the secrets guren is keeping involve others—their lives—then he understands that. keeping that kind of thing could easily turn into a twisted, terrible baroque, but what can dextera do except stand by and hope baroques simply don’t exist in this world?
so he takes guren’s hand and squeezes, shameless in his need to get this across. guren does help.
for that, he’s grateful, and he lifts guren’s hand to his forehead with a soft, but content, sigh—that’s all he can do. he can offer this comfort, and hope that’s enough to repay guren for everything. ]