[The halfling is a little too observant for his own good. He notices the way that Dorian looks around the room, notices the way he tries not to react. It makes something in him twist unpleasantly as well, this reminder of who they both are in this equation. But no, he pushes those thoughts aside. He won't let his own insecurities ruin this.
Orym hasn't let go of Dorian's hand yet, and is already leading him towards the bed, urging him to sit. There's an ulterior motive to this, really, since once Dorian is sitting, that means that Orym can make himself at home in his lap.]
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Orym hasn't let go of Dorian's hand yet, and is already leading him towards the bed, urging him to sit. There's an ulterior motive to this, really, since once Dorian is sitting, that means that Orym can make himself at home in his lap.]
I've thought about you a lot, you know.