[Orym had thought of Dorian too, but as weeks bled into months, he'd told himself that he'd gotten his hopes up for nothing. Dorian wouldn't be coming back; of course he wouldn't. A handsome young noble, Dorian had gotten what he'd paid for, and that would be all. The halfling would count it as a good memory, think back on it fondly, that shy nature and gentle touches.
But here he was, looking at that familiar face -- he wouldn't have forgotten a single detail of those handsome features -- and feeling his heart flip over itself. He's here. He's back.
He makes his way to him quickly, a breathless rush as he calls out,] Dorian!
[He ignores the vaguely annoyed look he gets from his coworker when it becomes clear that Orym has some connection here and their chances of enticing Dorian are quickly dwindling.]
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But here he was, looking at that familiar face -- he wouldn't have forgotten a single detail of those handsome features -- and feeling his heart flip over itself. He's here. He's back.
He makes his way to him quickly, a breathless rush as he calls out,] Dorian!
[He ignores the vaguely annoyed look he gets from his coworker when it becomes clear that Orym has some connection here and their chances of enticing Dorian are quickly dwindling.]