[As Orym settles into Dorian's lap, he winds his arms around his neck. A little nod at the question, smiling almost in bemusement that Dorian sounds disbelieving.]
Yeah, really. [He leans close to find Dorian's lips with his own, sighing almost in relief at kissing him again.] Hard to forget you. And I didn't want to.
[Even if he was certain he'd never see him again.]
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Yeah, really. [He leans close to find Dorian's lips with his own, sighing almost in relief at kissing him again.] Hard to forget you. And I didn't want to.
[Even if he was certain he'd never see him again.]