[He's only met this man once before, and it's been months. There is no way that being in his arms once more should feel like coming home, and yet here he is awash in exactly that feeling.
He's distracted by the warmth of it, enough that he's forgotten entirely about the bruises he didn't quite do a good enough job at hiding.
A small flinch, more at the fact that it's been noticed than the touch -- Dorian is being gentle.]
It's nothing. I'm fine. Just had a bad time earlier.
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He's distracted by the warmth of it, enough that he's forgotten entirely about the bruises he didn't quite do a good enough job at hiding.
A small flinch, more at the fact that it's been noticed than the touch -- Dorian is being gentle.]
It's nothing. I'm fine. Just had a bad time earlier.